Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
i asked the ocean why she never grows weary of the waves that drown voices and people and fears in a quick motion. she said she does.
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
A complex embodiment of sensuality,A fertile ground that generates life,A temple where many men worship,A battleground that leaves evidence.
By Chinonye Chigbu2 years ago in Poets
In a land where the earth shook with might,Roamed the giants, from dawn until night.With tails that could sweep and necks that could soar,Dinosaurs wandered from mountain to shore.
In the midst of hunger, I pushed through the challenge. I was not meant to be there, it was for the rich, but I am. My apparels were worn out, my bare sole had almost taken over underneath my shoes. I had no penny to offer the cobbler. I just want to earn the teachers knowledge. He told me that if I do, I shall buy better shoes.
By Joe Akagu2 years ago in Poets
* In the quiet hours before dawn’s light, When shadows dance and fears take flight, I face the mirror, eyes unseeing, A stranger stares, heartache fleeing.
By Favour Onajita2 years ago in Poets
Life is hard everyday accept it with a pretty face No matter how you welcome the life challenges The truth is, it hurts and hurts and hurt
By Parveen Baloch 2 years ago in Poets
when did we lose grip of our sense of wonder in the world? was it when the signals to our modems and routers increased, when the pixels and bytes in our stations of play and communication increased?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
New York Velly, the prima donna Velociraptor, was photographed exiting a Manhattan chiropractor. Alarmed by her attempted secrecy, the concerned paparazzi
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
I Was Chained To The Somber Sickle Of Love, But I Began To Languish In Your Arms… My Walls Tumbled Over, Brick By Brick Falteringly Into The Floods Of Eager Desires…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
In vibrant hues, the forest sways, A verdant symphony, nature's craze. Each leaf a note, each branch a string, Composing melodies that softly sing.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Ethereal mist swirls, Evergreens stretch skyward, veiled, Dawn's silent grandeur.
A frame of glass, a view to share A portal to the world, beyond compare A window to the soul, a glimpse inside A reflection of our hopes, and our deepest pride
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
