Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In nature's quiet, tranquil embrace, Where time and worries find no place, A forest whispers secrets old, Its stories in the leaves unfold.
By Fortunatus Ozioma3 years ago in Poets
If I could have said them, I would have, They were words that never graced my lips. You see I hadn’t courage to say them but…
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Poets
Sparkling emerald jewels for eyes, Light the darkest heart With gypsy tales of moonless nights And passions in the dark ********************************
We speak to remember and forget so much We speak in anger to seek comfort, that's such We speak of solitude to find a pair
By Derek3 years ago in Poets
Only pink threads embroider the moon's circle, But forget the rhythm of weaving in the heart. Tortured, lingering in deep sorrow,
By Archibald3 years ago in Poets
Beneath the night's hush, A lullaby's gentle touch, Dreams awaken, soar, Stars and moon, our hearts they keep, Cradled in the sky's deep core.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
Seeing myself like a newborn child Unworthy of a thousand-year-old tree's root Roots delve deep to the very source Thriving into the Thung Nham mountains
By Meredith3 years ago in Poets
Is there ever a time... When you feel I miss you In those moments, I truly say Is there ever a time When the evening sun sets in haste
By Louisa3 years ago in Poets
How will the world be tomorrow? Diseases, blood-soaked wars still flow. Climate change and disasters strike, Food crisis, suffering, people's plight.
By Kerenza3 years ago in Poets
The wild dog stretches its neck, biting into the night, Dropping the moonlight, leaves fall from the hillside. Who awaits whom at the end of the neighborhood street,
By Jezebel3 years ago in Poets
I won't ask: who's the most important person, Your mother or your wife? Because you are wise, And I won't put you in a difficult position.
By Heulwen3 years ago in Poets
In a foreign land far from home, A life of struggle, seeking love alone. Mother's hand guiding the way, Amidst the sea of strangers, a comforting ray.
By Jade3 years ago in Poets
