Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Letter K for kitchen just trying to make some food some roast chicken, Letter L for library gathering words for my poem still looking in the dictionary,
By el hariti adil3 years ago in Poets
Yo, listen up, anime fans far and wide, This ain't your average story, it's the hype with a side Of epic adventures, the Big Three they're known,
By Murali3 years ago in Poets
Grief bites I thought you knew. Thought you knew that leaving was not you. Leaving without saying goodbye, without explaining why
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Poets
Meet Dimas. He's your typical rockstar-in-the-making with a voice that could make angels jealous. From the moment he belted out his first note in the high school talent show, he knew music was his calling.
By Aesteriks3 years ago in Poets
The Warm Heart The warm heart in an enveloping arm Do you know that when you look at me, I forget the heavy heart. When you sit alone, I mean when you are within yourself,
By Shahzad Baluch3 years ago in Poets
I’ve been wandering on my own For a long while now Waiting for my soul to grow Let the music show me how I’ve found The happiest folks
By P.A. Wilkinson3 years ago in Poets
In the cosmic dance of creation and destruction, Mahakali emerges, fierce and untamed. Her skin, an obsidian canvas, adorned with stars,
By Allwyn Roman Waghela3 years ago in Poets
It’s not about bad hair but bad air. I breathe fire you breathe rain. Dousing water on my dreams sending my hopes into steam!
W. H. Auden 1907 – 1973 Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least
By Mai Sophia3 years ago in Poets
Bless her morning, tug her heartstrings, and make her breakfast amazing with an inspiring poem. Bright Star “Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art”
A process in the weather of the heart Turns damp to dry; the golden shot Storms in the freezing tomb. A weather in the quarter of the veins
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide
