Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In silence, frozen, time's breath clasps the sleeping land, nature's heartbeat rests.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
Sing a song Sing a song It doesn't have to be too long But go ahead and sing those words The power you feel when you expel those thoughts
By Thomas Terry3 years ago in Poets
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
In tender hours of youth's sweet haze, First love alights with gentle gaze. A whispered sigh, a trembling hand, In uncharted realms, we both stand.
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
Life is always different we don't understand it complete Little do we know far beyond yes or no numerous niche many people to reach
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
My Rendezvous with Life The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride, As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Glimmer in the dark, Embrace your celestial spark, Night's canvas, embark.
BANG! I need to run and- Can I be saved now? A shrill noise Pounding A deep breath My heart is trying to give out on me
By J "Griffin" Rooms3 years ago in Poets
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
I am still learning to be wrong; To admit to myself that it is not strong To never need correction; and to always already know,
By Gabriel Huizenga3 years ago in Poets
I am so tired. And I feel so very alone. * Alone in my faith, alone in my doubt; Alone when with others, alone when without.
