Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Ode to Miura, creator of Berserk bold Your artistry and vision we forever hold In the pages of your manga, a world so dark
By Murali3 years ago in Poets
everything begins to happen within the change of the seasons. change becomes you when you put the work in to become a different version of yourself.
By Chloe Unfiltered3 years ago in Poets
what they don’t admit is that Most love poems come from being scorned by their supposed love, The one they pour their heart and soul
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Falling asleep on the swing in the sun, With some tasty coffee, As well as my cat protector, Meow, Had not seen him in a while,
By Tambourine Man3 years ago in Poets
Life is a journey Infinite in its possibilities Full of twists and turns Ever-changing and evolving
Eat of the cymbals, drink of the drum. Celestial mystics, force a kingdom come. Libation falls, deliver cosmic troth. Immaculate sons, silent mother hands her cloth.
By Sam Vela3 years ago in Poets
Amidst nature's song, Ephemeral enchantment, A dance of spontaneity.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
In the realm where dreams are born, Where moonbeams kiss the dewy morn, There lies a land of endless grace, Where time stands still in its embrace.
By Alyxx Darkk3 years ago in Poets
if my body was my home i would live in her instead of all the stoops and chipped mugs and rooms lingering with smoke and sex and beds with unmade sheets.
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
I sit and look at the sun, I whisper your name to the moon I let my heart fly in the wind, While patiently waiting for My baby to call again…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
"Edward just looks better in the first." "Charlie is a dilf in them all." "Let's be real, New Moon is just the worst." "Isabella Swan, kissing Jacob? Such a fool."
By em3 years ago in Poets
Soft whispers surround, Dreams waltz with the morning light, Soul takes flight at dawn.
