Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
dynamysticistics and minor inconveniences about his love for my wisdom, always write in the way of his artifice. no brakes;
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
You're only one drop in the sea. One star out in the sky. "I hope the ocean welcomes me. Starlight that guides you nigh". But life is just a tiny blip. A breath and then you die!
By Mama Magdalene2 years ago in Poets
Did you ever hear the tragedy of the man who sought wealth and status? We all must eat and to live comfortably is a treat, why is that a fuss?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
In moonlit whispers, shadows dance, A tender glance, a stolen chance, Her eyes, a sea, deep and wide, Pull me gently, like the tide.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Abstract thoughts and swaying motions Narrow minds and Numbing deeds Images and magic potions Vying for varied parts of me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Beneath the moon's glow, Nature's whispers fill the air, Surreal and moving, A dance of light and shadow, Deep peace in the starlit night.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, under the star's gentle glow, A thought of you, not bound by time, begins to grow. Not a ticking clock, but a heart's steady beat,
I didn't know you could mark the mind when you heal it I didn't know that sex could get you so high, make you forget to breathe unconsciously
By tina.2 years ago in Poets
In the land of Mewar, where valor bloomed, Lived Rani Padmini, her beauty renowned. Her grace like moonlight, her courage unyielding, A queen who stood tall, her honor shielding.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
That thing that I seek, It lies in the deep, entrenched in the darkest of space. Sharp claws digging down, In stillness of sound, capitulating to one not so weak.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Poets
And we all feel that clawing pain again, that sickness in our stomachs Normal, others and so called experts would say, just a part of it all
In the heart of emerald woods, Where ancient giants dwell, Whispers weave through leafy hoods, Stories only they can tell.
By Sen Sab2 years ago in Poets
