Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Always waiting for a good chance, unlucky me Time run without any explanation, the process bothers me Always around thousands of people, but lonely ME
By Rajaa Moutamaddine 2 years ago in Poets
You're throwin' darts but you "don't keep score" another bullseye to my heart then you question why I'm on the floor. Daisy chain around my neck
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Morning dew sparkles, Nature’s brush paints dawn’s canvas, Hope’s whispers arise. In each drop, a world unfolds, Life’s stories untold, yet bright.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In twilight’s embrace, we find our stride, Where golden hues meet evening’s tender glow. With laughter echoing, hearts open wide,
In a meadow wide and green, Lived a bull with a gentle sheen. Ferdinand, so calm and bright, Found his joy in flowers' light.
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of midnight’s embrace, Loneliness weaves its delicate lace. A solitary candle flickers low, Its feeble glow a companion in woe.
By Ahsan Ahmad2 years ago in Poets
A Poetic Exploration of Nature's Understory Beneath the canopy’s emerald sprawl, Where sunlight winks in dappled fall, There lies a world, both lush and small,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
Love is not love Until you give it away. Joy is not joy unless You have something Cheerful to say. Peace is neither until
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
a note abandoned by the muse i stand in a vicious circle hoping to find the missing chord echoes of moments that couldn't last,
By chaimaa alidrissi2 years ago in Poets
Love I want a love. I want to love, I want to BE love… I want a love where I don’t have to hold back, I want a love where I can fall in.
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
Do you believe in magic. Do I believe in magic. Am I asking. Am I telling. The magic is something Something which does exist
By WALL_E2 years ago in Poets
n the tranquil dawn, your presence gleams, Goddess of wisdom, in our dreams. With veena in hand, you play the tune, That guides our hearts, like the gentle moon.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
