Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A beating of drums A blaring of trumpets An echo of voices Piercing my soul Revival! Revival is coming! How loudly the heart thumps
By Kpochi Amos3 years ago in Poets
I seek to see all men saved Yet am I saved myself? Am I willing to deny self? To see these men saved? Am I ready to live as Christ lived?
It is all pointless Struggling to live Yet we'd rather be alive Hope keeps us moving Hope in everything good Hope we will fine
A ping I hear amongst tones A text I see from an unknown Behind the texts stood a being In all discussions we were keen Not delaying we shared our tips
There are joys and there are pains Sadly I must confess I do not feel any I think I wasn’t created in a time where feelings mattered but in a time where palms had stains
A little bit of the money Just so he could taste the honey In denial we got to bargain But a hard one he drove and it bore more pain
I wish to start by saying, I’m extremely proud to be you I admire your resilience, no matter the adversity faced Now it is your time to lay down the weight of the world you seem to carry
By JasperRei TheArtist3 years ago in Poets
You are beautiful and capable I speak the truth in these words This thought is inescapable You are heightened, senses stabled
By Bridge Theory3 years ago in Poets
Absent minded boy opens his eyes a few days after sunrise in the new year— Before, no before the new year I remember him fondly—
HAIKU: Interstate drive, Headlights beam through the dark night, Truck driving lullaby.
By ROMEO3 years ago in Poets
Come sooner and give me a touchI will enjoy thy company very much Time is passing and I am crying Come soon come and I am dying
By Muhammad Shaheer3 years ago in Poets
Her heart is in crisis. It's repressed and finite. She'll tell you she's sorry, but you'll refuse just for spite. Looking ahead, she only sees smoke, no way through,
By Merrie Sanders3 years ago in Poets
