Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
erstwhile lovers at midday collide/collude in their special way leaving us breathless, momentarily in the darkened day, spectacularly
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
I often lose myself wandering in the long-lost hues of the sky, I often wander in the dreams of what beyond eternity lies.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Enter the gray-haired myths Chalked-up fear on yin & yang— Lies? Not all obscures. I and eye believe in love, Potency shared; new info the kinfolk;
By Christian Lee3 years ago in Poets
In whispers soft, and feelings deep, A love that's lived, not meant to keep. No grand pronouncements, bold and bright, But gentle gestures, warm as light.
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
Been a while I snuggled the silence of my bed, Been a while I tangoed with the trees to the noise of the naked wind, Been a while I stargazed the swallow bird dashing with freedom,
By Lazywriter413 years ago in Poets
I have always been fascinated by the paranormal, though I approach it with measured skepticism rather than blind belief. Most people assume every odd sound indicates a ghost, but true paranormal events are extraordinarily rare.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
Africa is my home. I am an African. I adore my nation. The beauty of Africa can take you far. It is a land of milk and honey.
By Leonah M3 years ago in Poets
explore you totally circumnavigate the lengths of your coastlines lose my bearings in your longitudes and latitudes until I become an
By D3 years ago in Poets
Eerie shadows dance, the moon's embrace, Casting darkness where light once held sway. Luminous spectacle, a celestial chase,
By Exclusively Speaking with Love'Nia Renee 3 years ago in Poets
Amidst the shadows, A flicker of light appears, Kindling hope within.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
The letter A for an apple please something to eat and drink a glass of water The letter B for a bread just eat so need to rest to feel better
By el hariti adil3 years ago in Poets
The cores fell between the entry and were carried and spread on earth, The map of the place not exempt from its design, Woven from the south and the north ,
