Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The winter sat in me loud and galore, Alas, the summer that once warmed the heart sings in me no more. The beauty of life sets in its amorous swarm,
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of euphony, where music resides, Euphology reigns, where melodies abide. With harmonious tones and rhythms so sweet,
By Glacier Heart3 years ago in Poets
In the fields of Scandinavia, where crops once swayed, A darkness descends, where hope starts to fade. For the farmers who toil, with hands so worn,
Long, long ago, We believed in the power of poetry, It was a silent power, Unseen, unheard, Yet a force that could propel you forward.
By Emory Bewley3 years ago in Poets
The first bird is a free bird, and the second is a caged bird First Bird: I soar high in the sky, My wings spread wide and free,
By “M”3 years ago in Poets
She stretched her skin achingly across my bones Holding my emotions within her veins Scratching at my scars that hide My weight to her is heavy like stones
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Poets
Eternal dance of sun and moon, Casting shadows in the afternoon. Light and darkness intertwined, Illuminating mysteries of the mind.
By Abel chuks3 years ago in Poets
Flickering flames of friendship’s glow, Radiating warmth, through highs and lows. Infinite tales shared, in laughter’s embrace,
By KVarnas3 years ago in Poets
Beneath the twilight’s soothing hue, Dreams take flight, both old and new. In whispers soft, the night unfolds, A symphony of stories, yet untold.
My face belongs to the stars of your memories Your face belongs to the skies of my distant dreams If I disappeared, would you search the ends of the universe for me? If you love me, never dim your effulgence for me
By Musings of a Muse3 years ago in Poets
Welcome to where I write Welcome to what sometimes keeps me up And at others helps me sleep at night Welcome to where people gawk
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
In a garden where shadows sway, A hefty figure, hungry in his way. Not for sweets, nor for a cake's spread, But for love's power, his heart is led.
By Filmon Tesfamariam3 years ago in Poets
