Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In the subtle twilight, the symphony begins, Sighs of loneliness, each note it sends. Dance of shadows, an endless ballet,
By Eduarda Rodrigues3 years ago in Poets
I ask myself Is It too much? Way I work there ain’t no such As a man I know I can…. & I’m blessed with heartfelt touch How I move low-key It’s calm
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
In ink and pain, the tales I sow, My soul on paper starts to flow. Each drop a story, raw and pure, Crafting art that shall endure.
By ThePenArtiste3 years ago in Poets
I want to rhyme like the air Oh, so fluently prepared And I long, to be fair A song as its pair The wind whistles cool Shapeless, versatile tool
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
Wake me from this nightmare, and meet me in my dreams.My chaotic world isn’t as bad as it seemswhen compared to that of a masked reality.
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
Amidst solitude, Whispers of a lone flower, Roots cradle the earth, Petals unfurl, a memoir, Nature's solace, serene, pure.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
In the moonlit shadows where silence grows, A lone wolf roams, ancient trees in repose. Once part of a pack, now stands alone,
By simran sadangi3 years ago in Poets
In my dreams, I lay here in my bed, in my room. I listen to music. I watch TV in my room, the movies, the candles, the sage,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Poets
What is the shape of your dreams? nightingale with a mouth tape Something different as it seems What did I mean Right in the poem
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Bright green energy Fuels bird’s love and good nature Allergies are rough
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Dear whomever is in front of me, I am going to love you ferociously, and unapologetically. Get ready for soulful love and affection.
So long ago it seems and my thoughts are a bit confused. Can I still remember? Does it really matter? Just my jumbled thoughts,
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
