Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Amidst storm's fierce roar, A glimmer in the tempest, Nature's beacon shines.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep, where whispers sigh, Lust's flame ignites, a primal cry. A dance of souls in passionate embrace, In every touch, a wild, untamed grace.
By Rubesh2 years ago in Poets
🥇 First Place—Kodah's Strangely Art Unofficial Challenge. Read and enjoy all the remarkable writers' entries here. _________
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Today, I went to the DMV to get my creative license. When I got there, they asked me if I had twelve different things... - My signed social security card
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
The woods' silent hum, Leaves, dew-kissed, murmur softly, Nature's tranquil hymn.
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
By Dannie2 years ago in Poets
In the cozy corner of the café, Where sunlight dances on the frothy sea, I sip my cappuccino, warm and sweet, A symphony of flavors, a morning treat.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
When I look into your blue eyes Losing myself in them Your eyes sparkling and reflecting light The light of both happiness and pain.
By Ricky Lahiri2 years ago in Poets
Let me love you as I could, Not as you will or as I need to. For love, to linger, have to be free, and what you want for
By Kamal O. Touhami2 years ago in Poets
if you want to know what is my favorite color? what is it? purple…. i always love the color since I was a child.. I couldn’t tell how much I love purple so much!
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
In twilight's embrace, where shadows dance, Two souls converge, in a cosmic trance. Across the expanse, destiny's call, Twin flames ignited, in love's thrall.
By Sandra M2 years ago in Poets
you didn’t break me, i was never whole. i was born amidst the dawn and day, never really grasping either. i need glaring lights
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
