Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Self-isolation has always been my coping mechanism. I often get the urge to disappear from everyone without a trace. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the company of others, but there are moments when the weight of the world becomes too heavy, and all I want is to be on my own.
By Siddharth2 years ago in Poets
In the land of valor and ancient tales, Prithviraj Chauhan’s name prevails. A warrior king with a lion’s heart, He played his part, a noble art.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
· In the vast expanse where stars reside, Galaxies clash with ancient pride. Dimensions torn by rifts unseen, Where angels fall and darkly glean.
By Byron Loderick2 years ago in Poets
In a world of silver links and charms, A bracelet whispers, a tale unfolds, Within its frame, a picture warms, A story of love, forever told.
By GiftsFlash.com2 years ago in Poets
Delicate palette Brushing hues of wonderment Canvas ever-bright
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
As twilight's veil descends upon the earth, The forest stirs with nocturnal rebirth. The ancient oaks, their branches intertwined,
Looking back through the years Today I opened my ‘2023 my life songs’. Through all the tears of All those years of fears and tears
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
“you make me sick” i look up at the sound of her voice, tinged with fire and venom she’s glaring at me - what’s the phrase? hell hath no fury?
By M.B. Arthur2 years ago in Poets
"Look into my eyes, Smile at me, Tell me it can be forever, And that we will be together for eternity; I would catch every single falling star for you,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Deliverance Song: A Letter to Lil Nas X Dear Lil Nas X, "Lord please deliver us. Deliver Me" Deliverance songs, sung by stars on high,
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
A bee in the sticky stillness of the morning Circling my coffee and my head Bright colors draw him to paper flowers and the false hope of something sweet
By Aras2 years ago in Poets
It has been a while. My thoughts have been busy with real men who I found to be not men at all. Though, in the warm breeze
By Katerina Petrou2 years ago in Poets
