art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
shopping
Rushing to the store with a singular goal, New curtains for my windows to console. But upon arrival, my attention sways,
India- The food for our soul is love
India is the land of diverse cultures. Where we live submerged in the sweetness of nuanced flavors of customs that make us alive. Lost in a land of fondness, enriched by the tenderness of beliefs we all are different in existing realities, but there is one thing that binds us together-food. To relish the sweetness of life, we often taste the bitter vinegar of adversities. The melodious cacophony of joy radiates on our abode when the hours of plight grind the periphery of our strength.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBallet of Butterflies: Abstract Flight
In hues of orange and red, a canvas unfolds, Abstract strokes, a fiery story foretold. Butterflies flutter, their wings in motion,
The Artistic UniversePublished 3 months ago in Poets"Shadows and Sunlight: Embracing Life's Dualities"
In the vast expanse of existence, where time's river flows ceaselessly, life unfolds like a tapestry woven with threads of contrasting hues. Within this intricate weave, we encounter the dualities that define our journey - the down sides and up sides of life, each offering its own lessons, its own revelations.
Bett DuttonPublished 3 months ago in Poetsthe perfect post
he might want me to fix him but he doesn't want to be fixed and i'd do anything to get him to do anything but the same but nothing is going to change
⸘jason alan‽Published 3 months ago in PoetsThe Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in Poets- Top Story - March 2024
Lilac and Rose and Indigo Blue
You said yes in a sea filled with nos You brought me a poem I gave you a rose 🌹💙🪻 So perfect together Like sunshine and flowers
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 3 months ago in Poets - Top Story - March 2024
Petals
I disrobe all of my black clothes at the sun’s close. Then let the moonlight illuminate my brown toes. I allow them to seep deep into the warm soil of the crown rose.
Navigate Through The Broken
A self-wrecked corpse wanders the pale darkness of a broken heart. Quite as the valley of profane shadows dwelling upon the depths of
Year After Year
We spent so many nights crawling towards. Never stayed in moments and didn't hear the birds, Hair went from black to white,
Sayaam HarzPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWhispers 'mongst
Whispers 'mongst the trees, Roots cradle the earth's heartbeat, Nature's dance unfolds.
Printique StudiosPublished 3 months ago in PoetsHEALING IN HUGS
HEALING HUGS: "Embracing Love's Comforting Healing Touch" In the depths of despair, where shadows reside, A soul in turmoil, seeking a guide.