art

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

The Hummingbird
Are you that little hummingbird? The one with the hazel colored plumage and the energy of youth. Wouldn’t it be nice to know that when you shuffled off your mortal coil, your story was not yet done. Reincarnation, yes, surely that’s right, right? If not for you, then for me. So that when I find myself on a dusty path on a beautiful blue sky day , and up ahead I spot the captivating dance of a hummingbird sipping from the red and purple wildflowers, darting to and fro and in and out of the foliage around me, but never straying too far; can I assume that it’s you? Always moving forward, often times guiding, sometimes forging her own path. Yes that seems like you. Although the vessel that carries you has transformed, I have to believe I would still sense your soul.
By NJ Reed3 years ago in Poets
Liquid Life
Underneath the moon's delicate gleam, streams dance, Murmurs of water weave a spiritualist daze. Magnificent deluges, antiquated and free,
By GOWTHAM3 years ago in Poets
A Timeless Art
Art's canvas holds life's whispered song, Strokes of passion, vibrant and strong. A palette rich with hues untold, A dance of tales, both new and old.
By ThePenArtiste3 years ago in Poets
The Waning Uniqueness
Yesterday, while scrolling on social media, I noticed one girl who wasn't quite well at dancing, but still, she was in a desperate attempt to attract attention. I felt something suspicious or uncommon and opened up her page. I check out that profile with utmost curiosity and with a muddled set of mind. Scrolling for a few minutes and my mind went numb.
By Geetesh D.3 years ago in Poets
Lost
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Under Azure Skies
Under azure skies, Feathered whispers grace the air, Harmony takes flight, Wings of myriad hues unite, Nature's orchestra in flight.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
Shadows Within: A Journey Through Depression
In shadows deep, where light recedes,Lies a soul in which despair breeds.A tempest rages, unseen and vast,A haunting silence, echoes cast.A weight, an anchor, within the mind,Chains of gloom, so intertwined.The sun's bright rays seem far away,In the clutches of a muted gray.A void within, an endless sea,A labyrinth where one cannot flee.Whispers drown in this cavernous space,Lost in the maze, no guiding trace.The heart, a drum, in somber beat,A symphony of sorrow, incomplete.Each step, a mountain to ascend,In shadows where hope and light suspend.Yet in this labyrinth, faint and stark,A flicker lingers in the dark.A beacon glows, a hand to lend,In kindness found, a path to mend.For in this journey of pain untold,Resilience blooms, a hand to hold.From depths emerge a newfound might,A gradual dawn, a flicker of light.
By Reena Nauriyal 3 years ago in Poets
Matriarch of Hearts: A Symphony of Love
In the embrace of her tender grace,Lies a universe, an unwavering base.She weaves stories with love's tender thread,In her heart, a symphony silently spread.Through trials, she stands as a fortress,Her love, an unspoken, endless chorus.She nurtures dreams with unwavering care,A beacon of hope, always there.Her sacrifices, a silent symphony,Her essence, a guide to serenity.In her embrace, warmth forever lingers,A sanctuary amidst life's stingers.From dawn's first light to eventide's glow,Her love, a river that continues to flow.In her name, countless tales unfurl,For she's the heartbeat of the world.
By Reena Nauriyal 3 years ago in Poets
Stellar Serenade: The Celestial Ballet
In the realm where stars confide,Resides a garden, time's quiet stride.Where whispers ride on zephyr's wing,And laughter dances in echoes' ring.A symphony spun from cosmic dust,Where galaxies weave tales robust.A melody hummed by celestial strings,As constellations paint secret things.Amidst the silence, the cosmos sighs,A celestial ballet under infinite skies.Worlds unknown in their cosmic trance,A timeless waltz, a cosmic dance."Stellar Serenade: The Celestial Ballet
By Reena Nauriyal 3 years ago in Poets
she she didn’t didn’t like like to to repeat re p e a t R E p E a T Herself.
she she didn’t didn’t like like to to repeat re p e a t R E p E a T Herself. Saying it (Once) Was enough “NO” “NO “Noooo
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
A coffee type of day
Cranky feelings all around A slumber mood and some tired eyes I am sitting here waiting on lies Hoping to feel alive on this cold dark morning
By Thomas Terry3 years ago in Poets
Serenade of the Lonely Night
In the twilight of silence, the night advances, A somber serenade, like a wandering dance. Stars, witnesses to my lament,
By Eduarda Rodrigues3 years ago in Poets