Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
So…sure is wet out. Don't do that Don't do what? Talk about the weather? Don't pretend like either of us cares about mundane shit.
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
Oh Mr Magpie Why do you follow me so To bring me your tales, Your stories of sorrow? . Are you looking for a mate To adventure with?
By Molly Aitken Sheridan 2 years ago in Poets
"Is their happiness but an elusive wish born out of time's endless passing?" "Or is it a desperate desire for power, just a monkey's greed for dominance that they have never outgrown?"
By tina.2 years ago in Poets
Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and thought "I'd love to grip the top of my forehead, where my hairline begins,
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
In twilight's embrace, Whispers of wilderness sing, Nature's heart revealed, Surreal, powerful, and deep, Uplifting souls in their flight.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Two kindred souls, forever intertwined, Their passions blazing, fierce and unconfined. A sacred fire that burns with fierce desire,
The stake of existence in its tale binds the beauty of the true, The theft of commodification of invaded privacy hid the Bane of silence under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
My mind flies around you. I don't know what's wrong with you. In your lap of happiness The drowning mind is swimming every day.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
In the velvet grasp of midnight's shroud, Where dreams and shadows softly collide, The stars ignite, a celestial crowd, Their whispers echo far and wide.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In the hush before dawn breaks, Whispers of the night do fade, A chorus stirs, the world awakes, Voices woven, light displayed.
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Poets
There was a lot to say There was a ton to say. There was a lot to express and cherish that day. The way was to go, in the event that you had come two days sooner.
My feelings are very strange This Such a person has feelings. Who was going somewhere in search of sustenance. That while walking on the road he suddenly fell in love
By WAQAS AHMAD2 years ago in Poets
