art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Forgotten family house
The family had a long-forgotten house deep in the countryside that once belonged to our now deceased cousin. It was located deep in the woods, at least an hour's drive from the main road. When my parents decided to visit and see what shape it was in, they packed up the car with me, my little brother, and another cousin and made the long drive out.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
The time my sis and I saw aliens
When I was about 8-10 years old (I don't remember exactly), my sister and I were at a family party hosted by my uncle's parents. Being Mexican, our parties typically involved lots of relatives, their kids, and random friends, so there were probably 20-25 people there. The party was in my uncle's parents' driveway and front yard, with tables of food in the driveway and kids playing in the front yard where there was a bouncy house.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
Why Should I Show My Body To You?. Content Warning.
A woman's love, conceived with grace, exists in the region where hearts weave. She caresses souls with calm ease, her sensitive touch like a soft breeze. Her love unfolds beneath the starry sky in every word and every sigh. She weaves a tapestry of dreams. Her heart believes with strands of hope. Because, in her eyes, there exists a cosmos that reflects unending love. She strolls beside him beneath the sky, through deep valleys and lofty mountains. Her love remains, unaffected by the passage of time, via shared laughter and embraced tears. A watch is kept in the quiet hours, as the shadows begin to fall, Her unwavering affection.
By Praveen Pk3 years ago in Poets
