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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Anatomy of a Sunset
The Anatomy of a Sunset The sky is set aflame, As day succumbs to twilight's name, A fiery orb, a burning wheel, Descends, its final moments to reveal. The clouds, a canvas, painted red, Reflect the hues of the dying thread, Golden rays, like gentle fingers play, As sunset's final dance begins to sway. The colors bleed, a gradient wide, From orange deep to pink inside, The sun, a burning ember, low, Sinks slowly, its final light to show. The stars, like diamonds, start to gleam, As night's dark veil begins to beam, The sunset's anatomy, a work of art, A fleeting moment, forever to depart. The clouds, a fiery mist, ascend, As sunset's final breath, begins to end, The sky, a kaleidoscope, turns slow, A masterpiece, in shades of gold and glow. The world, bathed in a warm, soft light, Is painted in hues, of pure delight, The sunset's anatomy, a symphony grand, A celestial show, across this land.
By Emezaro Precious2 years ago in Poets
The Geometry of Snowflakes
The Geometry of Snowflakes In delicate dance, they gently fall Six-sided wonders, beyond them all Intricate patterns, a symphony of shape Fragile and fleeting, yet a work of art to escape Their geometry precise, a mathematician's dream A hexagon's harmony, in every delicate scheme Repeating patterns, a kaleidoscope of design A natural wonder, born of winter's crystalline In frozen fractals, their beauty lies A symmetry of snow, that meets the winter skies Each one unique, a temporary work of art A moment's magic, that touches the heart Oh, the geometry of snowflakes, so fine and so grand A fleeting marvel, of nature's icy hand A reminder of wonder, in the beauty we find In the intricate patterns, of the snowflakes' design With every snowfall, a new creation unfolds A million masterpieces, in delicate gold Each flake a marvel, of mathematical grace A testament to nature's infinite embrace In the geometry of snowflakes, we find our peace A reflection of beauty, in the world's release A reminder of wonder, in the fleeting and rare A celebration of beauty, beyond compare.
By Emezaro Precious2 years ago in Poets
The Rhythm of the Tides
The Rhythm of the Tides The ocean's heart, a drum, that beats so strong A rhythm that calls, to where we all belong A place of wonder, where the tides entwine A symphony of life, in the rhythm of the tides' design With every wave, a memory is made A moment in time, in the ocean's shade The rhythm of the tides, a melody so grand A song of the earth, in this wondrous land The tides, a reminder, of the ebbs and flows Of life's own rhythm, as it ebbs and grows A symphony of moments, in the ocean's sway A dance of wonder, in the rhythm of the day In the rhythm of the tides, we find our way Through the ups and downs, of life's own bay A reminder of wonder, in the constant flow A celebration of beauty, as the tides ebb and grow The ocean's pulse, a constant beat A rhythm ancient, wild, and sweet Ebbing and flowing, it never ceases A symphony of motion, in endless releases The rhythm of the tides, a song so true A melody of wonder, born of the blue A symphony of life, in the ocean's heart A rhythm that echoes, from the very start.
By Emezaro Precious2 years ago in Poets
The Chronicles of a River's Flow
The Chronicles of a River's Flow In winding paths, I find my way Through mountains high, and valleys gray I flow, a force, both strong and free A chronicler, of history My source, a spring, of pure delight A trickle small, that grows with night I gather strength, as I flow along A story teller, of a journey long I've seen the rise, of civilizations grand And watched as empires, crumbled to the sand I've felt the touch, of seasons' gentle hand And heard the whispers, of a ancient land My waters wide, have borne the weight Of dreams and hopes, of countless fate I've carried seeds, of new beginnings' might And washed away, the sorrows of the night In my depths, lie secrets untold Of a world above, and a world below I've seen the beauty, of a sunset's glow And felt the fury, of a storm's wild blow
By Emezaro Precious2 years ago in Poets
