Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Because of you, my tears fall like rain, A heavy heart filled with unending pain. Your absence lingers, a haunting ghost,
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Poets
When true obsidian is made it begins with fire from the center of the earth. Viscous or fluid, lava is cooled too quickly for crystal structures to form.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Poets
Amidst the jungle's vast and verdant domain, Resides a creature, its majesty untamed. Cloaked in stripes of regal attire,
To be woman is to seek comfort, It is like a slow melody in a meadow, I lie on her, She consumes me with her arms, Her smile shines the sky brighter.
By The Son3 years ago in Poets
that stunning grin, your soft skin, perfect for caressing. you became my biggest blessing. beautiful lips, enchanting hips,
By Chloe Unfiltered3 years ago in Poets
Homeland, where my heart finds its tune, Beneath the sun and beneath the moon. A land of stories and history's grace, Where roots run deep in a cherished place.
kissed everyone a great reset to get or receive reprieve for the world at large with no charge except a life and soul
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Painting with words Spilt from the mind Writing whatever comes next No time to check Is it good Is it bad To live a life focused on perfection
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
In the dance of life, in the endless sky, Two souls collided, you and I. We waltzed through days, hand in hand, In this world, we made our stand.
In the depths of the night, where shadows creep, A cold heart lies in slumber, lost in the deep. Emotions frozen, like ice on a lake,
Nestled 'neath the Balkan skies so blue, A land of beauty, Bosnia, we find in you. With landscapes wild and mountains tall,
Blossoms gently sway, Meadows murmur secrets soft, Nature's dream takes flight.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
