Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In the night sky, a canvas wide, Stars shimmer with an ancient pride, Each one a beacon, bright and clear, A timeless tale for all to hear.
By Christina Barger2 years ago in Poets
the explosive excitement Banality of reality photographs, snapshot lies Security in anality the floor shaking passion Fatality of futility
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
In the stillness of a silent night, A whisper caught, a sigh unsaid, The Emotions churn within my head. Beneath the surface, calm and cold,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In twilight’s embrace they intertwine Lovers’ sighs paint a celestial rhyme Hands entwined, hearts in symphony Whispers weave a tapestry
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of ancient woods, where sunlight filters through the canopy's embrace, And shadows dance upon the mossy ground with gentle grace,
By Ojelade Sinmileoluwa2 years ago in Poets
Tutti Frutti Cutie Naughty Love me deeply call me baby You are the queen of beauty Your words slip sweetly Your heart thuds softly
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Boom! Bang! Sizzle! The sounds of the explosions of beauty in the sky! Purple. Pink. Red. Blue. Colors painting in the night sky.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
Cicadas’ chorus, Echoes under moonlit sky, Nature’s lullaby. Whispers in the gentle breeze, Dreams awaken, hearts at peace.
In the heart of the verdant forest, Where the sun whispers to the leaves, A tale of love unfolded, not as we know, But as the silent river perceives.
Oh, how delightful it is to feel the gentle caress of the breeze upon our wings Indeed, it is like a symphony of whispers
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
On storming with self-love in July Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be, The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Within the depths of the ocean lie secrets untold, Treasures and mysteries waiting to unfold Beneath the waves, where shadows dance and sway,
