Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Skyward trills ascending Feathered choir's euphony Dawn's rosy overture
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
The twilight's veil, a canvas richly hued, Unveils the stars' celestial interlude. Like diamonds strewn across the velvet sky,
In the heart of my world, she shines so bright, My guiding star, my source of light. With every smile, she melts my fears,
By eBook Basket2 years ago in Poets
the ocean is in me because she holds my tears, rocks my heart like a ballad. the earth is my cradle from which my mother bore me,
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
Help me escape alive From the labyrinth of firm lips and ebony hair. My struggle with you is unequal, For I am merely a small fish
By AyyuBest2 years ago in Poets
Take a seat for but five minutes' grace. This poem seeks not to Envelop you in Darwish's deep trance. Just five minutes.
Mirror mirrors mirage Fearer further Forestage Battles bear Bandage Rattles rather Revenge Silence Shocks Supervoltage Money melts mortgage
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Can’t be coming up to me Seeking for relationship…. Please don’t be offended You’re a wreck like a sinking ship…. Have a bit of morals principles
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
When I was a child, the thing I hated the most was my MOTHER - a woman with only 1 eye Because she does menial jobs to make money
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Poets
been thinking about hate and and how, even with so much on my plate I still find time to hate we all do, to a lesser or greater extent
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The morn awakens with a rosy blush, As dewdrops glisten on the verdant hush. Forest's heart begins its rhythmic beat, A symphony of life, so pure, so sweet.
