Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
When the fire burned through the streets In that moment the two of one meets When the city crumbled from the inside In that moment their love did not subside
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
What can I say what can I tell Tell you my story might as well Certain things I will not mention So you know won’t ring the bell
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
In twilight's tender hue, love's melody starts, Where hearts entwine, as timeless as the stars. Whispers of the heart, in soft, silken grace,
By KhutsoMachika2 years ago in Poets
Avian arias swell Preluding dawn's amber grace Nature's reveille
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In days of yore, when childhood's golden haze Enveloped all with innocence's gaze, I'd clamber up the ancient apple tree,
Is this honor and respect, Only shown among our own? The natives came, A minority to be overthrown. They are wise and strong,
By Leni Koski2 years ago in Poets
“What do you search for?” “Peace. You?” “Vengeance.” “You can find one in the other.” “You will find both in each other.”
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
i've been looking for Matt Bliss, inside my own head. nobody knows who he is or where to find him. i need to recover the confidence;
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, When the world is still and bare, Shadows come alive with light, Whispers fill the air. I step into the moon's soft glow,
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the ancient forest deep, Where secrets and shadows softly sleep, The trees stand tall, their leaves a crown,
Moving along life’s byway, weary from the load. I love to sit down by a country road, near a river flowing, where I can see long worn tracks,
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets
I recall those days, Rubbed the stubble of our father, Why was coarse, Thought and may be overthought, Touched my face yes touched,
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
