Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Revolution spins life as the stylus catches grooves... timeless vinyl.
By Kristen Balyeatabout a year ago in Poets
In the vast expanse of the universe, Where galaxies swirl and stars disperse, There's a dance that's been ongoing for eons,
By thamee 16about a year ago in Poets
Eternal bliss, oh forever happiness, A state of mind, that brings endless serenity, It's the perpetual joy, that we all seek,
By Ravishankar V Kabout a year ago in Poets
Epitome, oh embodiment of perfection, A symbol of excellence, that defies rejection, It's the pinnacle of achievement, the apex of success,
Mellifluous, oh sweetest of sounds, A melody so pure, it knows no bounds, It flows like honey, and sings like a bird,
Ubiquitous, oh ever-present force, A presence so strong, it sets the course, In every breath we take, and every step we make,
Panacea, oh healer of all, A remedy so pure, it answers every call, The elixir of life, so potent and true, A cure-all for everything, old and new.
Euphoria, oh wondrous delight, A feeling so pure, it's out of sight, The world aglow, in shades of gold, A feeling so warm, it never grows old.
Particles of light holding pictures of us, they scatter all through time
By Aoifeabout a year ago in Poets
Serendipity, oh happy chance, The universe's sweet romance, A fateful meeting, a moment so rare, Two souls entwined, a bond to share.
Silent heart, so deep and true, Beating steadily, within me and you, Through joy and sorrow, it never strays, A constant rhythm, through all our days.
In the land of spices and masala, Where food is a way of life, There's a recipe so divine, It's called the Dhokla, a tasty delight.