Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Once upon a time in a small, quaint village nestled between rolling hills and meandering streams, there lived a peculiar phenomenon known as the Glowstone. Legend had it that this mystical stone possessed the power to illuminate the darkest corners of the heart and bring joy to the weariest souls.
By Med Karim3 years ago in Poets
In the silent whispers of twilight, where secrets are born, There lies a landscape, a terrain unadorned. A terrain of curves and edges, valleys and peaks,
By SJ3 years ago in Poets
In the quiet twilight, where shadows play and light dims, Lies a sacred space, a realm where desire brims. A world where touch speaks louder than words,
The following Senryu is for Matthew Fromm's challenge. You can find more info here: Re-Animator is a film from 1985 which I recently had the zany pleasure of watching!!!
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
In the hush of dawn, when the world is still, A melody stirs, a soft and gentle thrill, In the art of hearing, find a path to fill,
In the realm where light and shadow blend, A tale of sight, a journey without end, The eye, a window, a soul’s purest lens,
I'm recently obsessed with the number 4 and here is a poem! The number four I thought I was great Said I am even more Dear 4 I want to appreciate
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Perfectionist, the title given, To the pretense of a distinct man. What, why or who could he be? Questions he asked himself in the dead of dark.
By Damian3 years ago in Poets
The instructor brought in a painting & hung it upon the wall As we sat in the Art History hall Seeing a lady looking in the mirror
By Ocusan M3 years ago in Poets
Alas my home burns, Fate drops me a new journey, Let the moon shine on.
By Toby Heward3 years ago in Poets
I wonder if the city I love, could be like the city in my dreams, where the sun always shines and the streets are paved with marble,
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
What demons hide in the prayers of men. Woman worship and desire a burning passion, consuming souls. Liquid fire Pored Just for the insane.
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
