Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Without me, the world goes on its way, No pause, no halt, no sigh to betray. The sun still rises, the moon takes its flight,
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Poets
Walking through greenery either side of a path. Panoramic vision of Andover town It's hard to grasp, that I walked here as a child in a school class
By Daniel Hooks3 years ago in Poets
Dragonflies take flight, In the sun's golden spotlight, Graceful, pure delight.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
In the echoes of memories, faint and blurred, Lie moments and dreams, like a distant bird. Faded are the colors of the days gone by,
From across the room My eyes glanced upon perfection I turned away Blushing Was I ready to be a part of the crowd? My short red skirt and 3" heels
By KA Stefana 3 years ago in Poets
i swallow white pills for breakfast along with my orange juice and regret because plan A keep your hands to yourself
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
Well cat, it’s time for a chat. Did you enjoy your cake? Or did you give yourself a belly ache? My, you do look so pretty.
By Daphsam3 years ago in Poets
In the ancient echoes of time, A tale of beings, strange, divine. Annunaki, they're called by name, From distant heights, they came, the same.
Dreams, see me walking through that door, Where hopes unfurl, and spirits soar. On pathways woven by the night, In visions that transcend the light.
Whispers through the reeds, Marsh secrets softly revealed, Life's song on the breeze.
Do you know! Finding a life of happiness, Is like on path of success, Finding a path of success, Is like a luck of a princess,
By Soulful Writer3 years ago in Poets
Where heartbeats thrive, where melodies sway, A groove so silky, emotions at play. In the dance of notes, soft and sincere,
