Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In the realm where shadows softly play, A tale unfolds of walking away. A journey embarked, a poignant part, Yet know, dear heart, time can heal the smart.
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Poets
In the domain where shadows wait, Equity ascends with a consistent finger. An embroidery woven with strings of care, Uniformity's tune consumes the space.
By GOWTHAM3 years ago in Poets
Glistening dawn's embrace, Rainbow whispers on lush blades, Life's palette unfurls, In myriad hues, joy pirouettes, Hearts entwined in nature's ballet.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow is another day, Another day of torture, Another day to sigh. Why life has been scourging, Devouring all the light,
By Umama Zahir 3 years ago in Poets
Eyes averted, mouths shut tight, whispers heard behind my back. Their envy and their spite, reveal how much they lack. But I won't let their words bring me down,
By Anon3 years ago in Poets
Lately, I've been practicing, the art of enjoying exactly where I’m at. Even if it's not what my heart desired, I know there is beauty waiting to be admired.
Never dim your light, and make yourself small. Keep shining bright like the sun, radiating light and warmth, that sustains life and brings joy.
In the enchanting moonlit waltz of Devid and Lousy, A serenade unfurls, gentle and dreamy. Their love, a harmonious melody, both tender and bold,
By Waseem Chem3 years ago in Poets
Paired murmurs wind through silicon veins, Making reverberations of progress in algorithmic territory. Pieces and bytes waltz in symphonious elegance,
In the garden of my mind, a happy child at play, Where laughter dances, and worries fade away. With a heart so light, like a butterfly in flight,
pick and think and try what do you try not to do what if stop trying? . . . [11/26/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
it's cold and windy it's november so that's right have to wear more clothes . . . [11/19/23] . . .
