art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Rare
History revels to us that the rare can inspire, humiliate, scare, and even save us Rare is a matter of perspective For some Love is rare
benjamin monardPublished about a year ago in PoetsPoem on Enjoy
A joyous morning, a bright new day The world is alive, a lovely sight to see The sun is shining, the sky is blue A perfect day for joy to renew
vanshika 111Published about a year ago in PoetsPoetry on Heartbreak
Heartbreak hits like a sucker punch It leaves you feeling so low, so forlorn It’s a pain like no other, that’s for sure
vanshika 111Published about a year ago in Poets"You were tiny"
"You were tiny" Your hands would disappear in my palms.. When I hug you, your fluffy hair was visible only between my arms..
Erdem KÖKSALANPublished about a year ago in PoetsA brilliant sunrise
In the morning, when the world is still asleep And the sun rises, casting a warm golden light, I am reminded of your beauty, so pure and so bright,
M AnandarajPublished about a year ago in PoetsControl of light, control of sound.
Inside the bewildered, forgetful laughter, in between yawns. Sitting, with the back of the chair in between my legs, we quietly whispered about bodies, about minds, about the language our body speaks, about how the mind translates, in a whole new language,
Jamie RamsayPublished about a year ago in PoetsDiscover the Magic of ChatGPT: The AI Poet That Will Take Your Breath Away
ChatGPT, a marvel of AI, A digital mind, always at play. With words and knowledge, it comes to life, Answers to your queries, day or night.
Uterque Superesse
Bitter, blistering cold, dead of winter Needles and wax, transpiration Full and lush, flourishing pine Snow covered branches dust the ground
Raine fielderPublished about a year ago in PoetsChasing the Bleus
Brie likes her bubbles Stilton prefers his Pinot Gouda - whiskey, neat.
Joel LippertPublished about a year ago in PoetsChains of Solitude
Behind bars and locked away, In a place where freedom's sway, Is but a distant memory, A life of monotony. The iron gates, a heavy weight,
Jagatheesh MPublished about a year ago in PoetsAƆIИOIᙠ
The trap of affection By...anyone. Grab you by infection— Infatuation. Do you love your mom? Do you love the idea?
Ángel SierraPublished about a year ago in PoetsSongs
Oh, songs, sweet melodies of the heart, That makes us feel love and joy from the start. With every note and every word, They lift our spirits; they're heard.
Nedelcu AlinaPublished about a year ago in Poets