Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I have stumbled on this stunning picture of Lawrence Matheson's gravestone in Mt. Macedon Cemetery of Victoria, Australia and was fascinated by it. I wrote this haiku just as a story placeholder. Perhaps one day I will come back to this story.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Poets
I watch you from a distance, you light up every room. I never knew love until I saw it in you. Your smile, your laughter, it's a balm to my soul,
By Maa_iaa2 years ago in Poets
I often wonder how my friend will come, An introductory dance, Will he send an invitation in the form of a lump, a rare disease, or a tumor?
By The Son2 years ago in Poets
As dawn's grace unfolds, Earth's palette comes alive, Hope paints the heavens.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In a presentation's calm, where mumbles stop, A material hangs together as one. Brushstrokes hit the dance floor with bothered ease.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
someone asked me if i knew you. lol A Million of memories flashed through my mind but i just smiled and said i used to My heart has been broken millions of times but i still pick myself up and move on with the heartbreak.
By Myrie2 years ago in Poets
When the Earth was first born and unexplored with lush greenness, the Earth began to tremble, as giant creatures emerged.
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets
"O Mary , go and call the cattle home And call the cattle come , And call the cattle home , Across the sands of Dee!" The western wind was wild and dank with foam,
By Kausar Parvin2 years ago in Poets
Brush strokes of blue Orange and red Abstract art on the walls Filling my head I'm lost in the colors Feeling so alive
By Silver Raven 2 years ago in Poets
In ages past, when gods and demons clashed, Mount Mandara rose, a colossal mast. The ocean churned, its waves a tempest’s dance, Seeking amrita—the elixir of life’s chance.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
In the land of sound, where notes take flight, Solfeggio frequencies, a funky delight! Nine magical numbers, a vibrant array,
By Tranquility Lane2 years ago in Poets
