art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
LOVE § HEARTBREAK 💔
In adoration's hug, a delicate dance unfurls,Two spirits weaved, in stories yet untold.However shadows prowl where sentiments interweave,For affection's sweet bliss, an unpleasant partner might find.An orchestra of chuckling, murmurs in the evening,Minutes appreciated, washed in delicate evening glow.However, as petals tumble from the blossoming rose,Love's delicate content, a story of grief knows.Reverberations wait of commitments once accepted,However love's delicacy, again and again deluded.In broke dreams, where tears quietly sob,Misfortune's piercing song starts to leak.However from the remains of adoration's mixed end,Strength arises, as the injured heart challenges.For in the embroidery of adoration and distress turned,Strength ascends with the morning sun.
By Ozioma Uwaoma3 years ago in Poets
If
These are my ponderings on what ifs. ►►►►►►►►►► If I were a rich man I would find the poorest people in the United States (my homeland) and feed them. If some of those being fed were cheating and not really poor, I would still feed them without question because that is a person with a broken soul who needs nourishment and nurturing. I would go further and find the poorest nations in the world and feed them also because the poor in the United States are not the only ones in need.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
