Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In the vineyard of love, we find, A vintage so sweet, like aged wine. Clusters of passion on the vine, Harvested emotions, so divine.
By LenouKo3 years ago in Poets
Beneath the silver veil, dreams take flight, Soft whispers in the night, a celestial delight. Stars join the dance, a cosmic trance,
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
To, Ava In shadows cast by a waning moon, Lies the melancholy, a silent tune. A heart's lament in twilight's embrace, Tracing lines of sorrow on a tear-streaked face.
By BrendonJoseph3 years ago in Poets
In twilight's embrace, a tapestry of stars, My words unfold, like petals from afar. With eloquence adorned, my heart's decree,
What if Just what if Rainbows weren’t colorful What meaning would be behind the colorless stripes? What if Just What if
By MY PEN ✍🏽 SPEAKS 🦋3 years ago in Poets
There once was a little elephant, On my bedroom dresser, He was made of glass, He was very beautiful, I ran my hand over him,
By Kristen Ulrich3 years ago in Poets
DEAR EX (I hope this message gets to you in good fate) They said time suppose to heal But ain't done much on me You said, you will always be there for me
By Ochia Divine Kas 3 years ago in Poets
Let’s take this emotional roller coaster ride, remember the days that have been and smile like yesterday and dream your days away.
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
Wooden floors are essential to my smooothering feet that hit it. I remember the first time I slid beneath my feet on the brown surface.
By Cerina Galvan3 years ago in Poets
In the pond of memory, beneath willows' grace, Calm and clear, where time finds its place. Ripples cascade, whispers softly sung,
there is a beeping we can't figure out from where please stop your beeping . . . [10/22/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
Beyond the twilight's tender hue, Where day and night embrace adieu, A realm unfolds in quiet grace, A canvas painted, time to trace.
By Waseem Chem3 years ago in Poets
