Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
you liked me enough to call me yours but not enough to be mine. you wanted me enough to have my heart but not enough to give yours away.
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
barefoot soles kiss the unforgiving earth as the sun scorches their undersides. (in the name of freedom) calloused hands
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Tangy! Tangy My Sweet Emblem, wherever I go Your scent follows me Maybe you’re a sweet Dream Or a beautiful Nightmare? But one thing for sure, you know how to arouse me.
By Pam Zee3 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,The trees stand tall in a silent trance. Their leaves rustle softly in the breeze,As they whisper secrets among the trees.
By “M”3 years ago in Poets
Under starlit skies, Nature's secrets in the breeze, Soul's wings embrace night.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
In Autumn's tender embrace, the world alights, With hues of gold and crimson, nature's delight. A symphony of rustling leaves, whispers soft,
By Hassaan Siddiqui3 years ago in Poets
In her little hands, brushes sway, Paintings emerge, a wondrous display! Each stroke tells tales, big and small, Teaching lessons, inspiring all.
By Sasi Kala3 years ago in Poets
In the hush of twilight's embrace, Where shadows dance and dreams take flight, I weave a tapestry of grace, In words that whisper through the night.
By Fazil Ahamed3 years ago in Poets
The sum of my parts Is comprised of tainted glass An evil born from actions made Long buried in the past The karmic weight like poison spreads
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
With heart of gold and gentle, watchful eye, The ISFJ, a friend of loyal grace, Doth weave a tapestry of memory, Where cherished moments find their rightful place.
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
With heart of gold and mind that dwells on past, The ISFJ with duty's flame doth burn, A loyal soul, in whom traditions last,
