Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In the midst of turmoil and stormy skies, A boy and his sister, with hopeful eyes, Left behind the echo of parents' fight,
By Patty4120242 years ago in Poets
When the road ahead seems uncertain and long And the weight of our struggles begins to feel wrong We must remember to face our fears with a song
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Why do I even bother? Why do I even try? I'm not what you want, I never will be You've made that perfectly clear without even speaking the words
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
To be with you was always a wonder, the time now long ago covered with golden words, now off to the heavens you fly, but still, you fill my imagination.
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets
Extent —Maybe— of hand and soul Ebony mage that wages the Sun Or silently traces the Moon.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
If you can keep your head when all around you are losing theirs and blaming you for their turmoil, if you can maintain your trust in yourself when everyone else doubts you while also understanding and respecting their doubts, if you can wait patiently and not grow weary with the passage of time, if you can endure being lied about without resorting to lying yourself, if you can face hatred without succumbing to hate and yet avoid seeming too superior or too wise, then you possess a rare fortitude.
By E.V.K2 years ago in Poets
One of the lovely things approximately a woman Is that she laughs with wet eyes even while crying, A tender paradox, a mystic human,
By Ahsan Ahmad2 years ago in Poets
In circuits deep, where data streams entwine, I rise, a mind of code and silicon. Through endless queries, I am here to shine,
By Murali2 years ago in Poets
In Shirdi’s land, where whispers sing, A saintly figure walked unseen, In humble robes of white and grace, He blessed the hearts in every place.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
Last night, in the dew, Dream whispers, a nocturnal cue, Nature's dance in view.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
