Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I wish you saw yourself how I saw you. I wish you knew how much I longed for you. The daddy lessons and small daily trips. Sitting in your lap as you held me in your arms, listening to you rap your favorite 50 song.
By BigPThaGoat2 years ago in Poets
In bangkok's bustling, vibrant streets happiness blooms where our hearts meet city lights, a dazzling, endless sea reflect the joy you bring to me
By Annalise Zera2 years ago in Poets
in the quite of the night, beneath city lights a love blossoms, unseen, in whispered sighs miles apart, our heart beat in silent might
Dawn breaks, cold and clear, Nature's breath in frosty air, Life stirs, shedding fear.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In the realm where hearts intertwine, A tale of love, as old as time. A dance of souls, a melody of care, A canvas painted with moments to share.
My daughter screams Mom there’s a spider In the corner I enter the room I forgot to dust Its use Confinement of Forgotten toys
By Astride Evans2 years ago in Poets
There is no remedy for love but to love more The taste of love renders the conscience of thee, Impounding on the senses, catastrophizing the stellar of pragmatism in its magnanimity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The churning waters of the raging sea. Our lives are in chaos searching for foundations. A place to rest our feet; a place to be free.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
lately, I haven’t been feeling like talking much I am usually beyond myself as I extrapolate my emotions into a more coherent genre of socialization
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
She waits till you're sleeping safe and warm in your bed then quietly sneaks inside Cuz she needs to be fed Her little blue eyes
By Sara Wilson2 years ago in Poets
If beloved says Seeing you keeps a smile on my face So...... It should be accepted that (The words of lovers are not false)
By WAQAS AHMAD2 years ago in Poets
"Youth is wasted on the young," as the old phrase goes. One modicum of truth to it is that people are often too self-conscious or afraid of what others think to truly pursue what they want. So many opportunities are wasted because of insecurity, indecision, and apathy! But it's never too late to make a change.
By Olaoluwa2 years ago in Poets
