Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
someone once said, he believes in magic! he believes in words; what's worse, himself. you ought fear him. so, it shall be told, it is so noted.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
In the garden of hearts, where true love blooms, Two souls entwine 'neath the crescent moon, A tapestry woven with threads of trust,
By The PenPal3 years ago in Poets
Wading into the Canals he realized in that moment...the waters of that place were different now... with tears in his eyes he submerged and by the sacrifice of the Last Dreamer, the Curse was broken! Or so it may have seemed.
By Devin James3 years ago in Poets
This city held many scars. Scars that riddled every doorstep and every ledge. These scars were made from love. Every night, a Beautiful Dreamer would dance the Danse Macabre
I changed my first taillight in the Canadian tire parking lot A hot day in July, I was 17 You texted saying you 'were sorry you weren't there to help'
By AJ3 years ago in Poets
Oct 1st, 2023 I wish I could disappear from your life Like a character from a tv show The actor and director have a falling out
In the silence of the night, my soul calls you, Claim all your love, without any plot. Like the river flowing to the sea,
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Poets
The stranger stares and asks ''Who are you?'' Huh, well, what do you mean exactly by that? Do you wish to learn about all the ideas I truly think defines me,
By YonathanJ - Writer3 years ago in Poets
In shadows whispered, tales take flight, Rumors dance in the cloak of night. A fleeting breeze, with secrets in tow, Gossip's echo, an uncertain shadow.
By Laiba Ahmed3 years ago in Poets
Nature isn’t suppressed, She is continuing, Like is a mistress, But some don’t know how, To garnish as a nature’s student,
By Esala Gunathilake3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel like Everything that can be felt, has been felt Everything that can be written, has been written Everything that can be done, has been done
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Poets
She’s my happy little tree Blossoming into her personality I get down to play with her I’m her horse crawling on my hands and knees
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
