art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

The night I met my savior
In the twilight of a starlit night When my legs were weary and my heart alight I met a firefly whose dance so alluring For I chased her down till I knew I lost my tracking
By Samin Yeaser3 years ago in Poets
Isn't it fair?. Content Warning.
I’ve heard the feeling That people feel but not hear, I could sense the vibration of hearts That people can only feel through touch,
By Bijina Neupane3 years ago in Poets
We All Die Alone.
We all die alone, The same way we're born, Company is an illusion from which we're all torn, When all the bouquets are gone,
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
I Got It from My Mama
I was taught to choose peace over stress I was taught to never babie grown men or women I was taught to be independent I will lead you to right way, but I will not do the work for you
By L.I.E3 years ago in Poets
The Elixir of Life
Guatemalan gold– You are, unabashedly, this writer's best friend. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Poets
Dim sum
Cantonese heaven; an all-day prepping affair, rewards the palate ——————————————————————- Looks like I picked the wrong week to go on a diet 😁. Thanks for stopping by 😍
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Poets
Feathers and Diamonds: Celebrating Avian Beauty through Diamond Painting
Birds capture our world with their different appearances and habits. Their flight, songs, and brilliant plumage represent the beauty and intricacy of nature, inspiring artists and adventurers.
By Paint by Numbers 3 years ago in Poets
THE JOURNEY OF LIFE
In the journey of life some lessons warms our heart Within deep down eyes some leaves traces of their art In ocean of bitterness
By Fariha 3 years ago in Poets
Who you Were
You could be selfish, but I thought you’d overcome You lacked will power But I thought you were fighting You were losing
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
The Viewing Point
Sitting or standing. Cursing or praying. Orthodoxy or heresy. Limitless choice is the same as no choice. Pandora’s box isn’t a myth anymore.
By Noah Douglas3 years ago in Poets
The outcast
Memories of the now and not yet. Heart filled with songs of forever. The city that endures when all is made new. The traveller or tourist?
By Noah Douglas3 years ago in Poets
Extraterrestrial
To greet an alien from afar, Upon our Earth, a shining star, The first thing I'd introduce with glee, Would be the beauty of a tree.
By ARTIST3 years ago in Poets