Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
He said to believe through all the bruises I told me have faith through the fear Whatever you long for You will not find it here
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Rose colored lenses run in my family, So red flags always looked normal. They were lost to me when I was drowning in a tumultuous sea
Kafka, I invite you to see my Peace Garden, what was and will be. It began with a steep slope of overgrown brush and weeds,
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Poets
my soul cannot rest; my Soul screams at the moonlight’s cruel recall I cannot rest as the damned are our children in wicked droughts of spiritual poverty
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Alter attitude After altitude adventures accepted altruistically Anonymous After all a agony-full alligator animationless actor
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Starlit moments caught in the breeze are filled with echoes of memories captured in the dark where only the moon can see.
Beautiful breeze, so gentle and kind, Your touch is like silk, caressing my mind. You carry the scent of a thousand flowers in bloom,
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
This one is for all the dreamers In the bounty existence that we breathe, Crafted with moments, captured by the fulfilled deeds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of dreams in twilight’s embrace, Moonlight bathes the world in silver lace, Hearts beat in a tender dance, Stars align in a trance,
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Cherry blossoms fall, Whispers of love in the air, Mountains stand steadfast, Streams carve tales in timeless stone, Nature’s heart beats with our own.
In moonlit meadows where shadows softly play, A dance of hearts ignites the night so clear, With every step, love’s whispers find their way,
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence How contradictory is the being of humanness in its unfathomable stance,
