art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

My Abode
Chaos in my abode; Jealousy mates with rage. Music never asked for voice. The chair is senseless. Color has no friends.
By Christian Lee3 years ago in Poets
I Am The Night. Content Warning.
Introduction My friend Cherri is a wonderful Macramé artist, here is another piece that I did on her work. This is what she said about her latest piece
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Amidst Pine's
Amidst pine's embrace, Footfalls hush in leafy halls, Nature's solace calls.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
Why do we feel nostalgia?
WHY DO WE FEEL NOSTALGIA Ever wondered why music evokes such powerful emotions and makes us want to groove? And why do certain tunes linger in our minds? The intriguing aspect we're diving into is how music can resurrect memories. It's a curious phenomenon, isn't it? The way a melody can unlock a dormant memory, transporting us to a specific moment in time. Nostalgia plays a significant role in this, as it revolves around our identity – who we are and who we used to be.
By nancy mulwa3 years ago in Poets
Love
In the space where the stars sing softly, A story of love and an unending spring. A dance of whispers in the moonlight, A transient opportunity, a symphony of hearts.
By Arsath3 years ago in Poets
Snowfall of Defiance
In the twilight of despair, arrows danced in the air, Brother's desperate dash, a perilous affair. Snow, on horseback swift, a savior's intent,
By The Masked Reviewer3 years ago in Poets
Blinders
A bit of drama threatens to ensue. But shall it arrive at my doorstop Carefully or with no warning? Dominating in presence
By ANITA RACHELLE3 years ago in Poets
To find the coast, every moment matters....
When there's not, a glimpse of a lighthouse, a lost ship sails, in the stormy, misty night, The pitch darkness gets vanished,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka3 years ago in Poets
The craziest concept cars ever made
The whole point of the concept car is to push the boundaries of design and technology. But sometimes a car maker or design house doesn’t know when to stop. These are the concept cars that were so over the top that they were never going to reach the road in any form.
By Olaoluwa3 years ago in Poets
Envy or Blessings in April
From a long time ago. My sister has lead the life I was supposed to live. I am incredibly proud. I hate that it couldn’t be me.
By C.M. Vazquez3 years ago in Poets
Her & Us.
Her beaming skin makes stars envy. Her playing tongue makes words shy. She is a thief who steals sorrows. She is a judge who sentences joy.
By Lazywriter413 years ago in Poets
(The Infinite Does Echo)
In the quiet space between seconds life unfurls, the life but a breath within the vastness, ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
By ROMEO3 years ago in Poets