Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
This thing I've been living with all of my life sits upon my shoulders and I call it my head For a girl I consider it a pretty case for another thing I like to call my brain
By Adrianne Short3 years ago in Poets
Beneath the azure sky, Koi waltz in a ballet's trance, Dreams brushed by fins' soft dance, Liquid canvas of delight, Whispers weave life's vibrant sprite.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
Beneath the shimmering veil of night's embrace, An everlasting serenade, love's gentle grace. In the celestial ballet, where stars gather,
By Waseem Chem3 years ago in Poets
In the moonlit shadows, whispers begin to intertwine, A symphony of love, our hearts do define. Gentle verses dance upon the breeze's art,
By Waseem835 Tv3 years ago in Poets
A lost year for sure. Not for growth, for knowledge, for perseverance. Not for understanding complexity, or existentialist concepts.
By Justin Higgins3 years ago in Poets
Misty rain falls through the night Mystery fills the air Teardrops falling losing sight ⛈⛈⛈⛈⛈ Somber clouds form a displaced fright
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
Amidst winter's dreams, Hope whispers through entwined hearts, Tapestries of dreams, Silent echoes weave unity, Spirits dance in moonlit dreams.
Enter the bubble of the time witch Watch as your mind drifts into a ditch Here there are no watches Just swatches of protruding pasts
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Rock, paper, scissors, then shoot A lesson as old and strong as Kung Fu ------- The poor, the rich and everyone in between
By J. K. Anderson3 years ago in Poets
one word leads to another. just around the corner, that’s where i always am. getting closer now, just about to go, en route.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of the shadowed soul, where whispers linger like ghosts, A poignant dance unfolds, a tale of melancholy boasts.
By Raymond Inosanto3 years ago in Poets
Engulfed in love that blossomed, when I looked at you I knew Nothing else now mattered, with unwavering conviction the belief
By Rudolph Lingens3 years ago in Poets
