Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Whenever the soft light, of candles gleaming, makes a bright glow – I think of you, my love. So long since we parted,
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
The sun did shine and she had woken from dream shadows grew in her Her laughter sparkled She ran out of time Clocks ticking, alarms ring
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Amid life's diverse flow, Soul's journey, like a river's glow, Together, nature's show.
By Printique Studios3 years ago in Poets
I don’t understand this The memory of you has faded Like a grand sand castle on the beach It took time, but really not all that much
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
Cybernetic kiss AI misinterprets My circuits overheat
By Burk3 years ago in Poets
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven Darlin meet you in Valhalla Devil gunless Gangsta Bats with wings of tattered skin
In hushed whispers' dance, Realms entwine, hearts' rhythm hums, Echoes weave their tales.
In the vast expanse of cosmic dreams, Where starlight gleams in endless streams, A symphony of orbs in silent flight, Our solar system dances in the night.
By Arish Ali 3 years ago in Poets
Thought It was over as I get older Mind playing games I know ain’t over Had a cold shoulder Brought my own folder Time will tell If I’ll get any balder
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
Is the statue hidden in the marble? Are there ideas, buried within my mind? - Strange, how simple life can be I awake; I create. I daydream, contemplate.
By YonathanJ - Writer3 years ago in Poets
29 January, 2022, night Strings Tides of echoes, Echoes of charm. Charm of the scorpion, Abyss of fun. *** Tied to these strings,
By Cyrus3 years ago in Poets
In the quiet room, my stomach starts its concert, louder than my speech.
