art

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

The Flash
In Central City, where lightning danced so bright, A hero emerged, like a beacon in the night, With lightning's kiss, he gained his speed,
By ANFAS3 years ago in Poets
Ghost
I'm a ghost. I don't exist for you anymore. You have replaced me with someone new. Don't hide; you know I'll always find you.
By Mi World3 years ago in Poets
The ahm
ahm will make the Italian ba! dance on the table bar ! He will just wait to drink with His mate getting older He transform Himself into a teenager state
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 3 years ago in Poets
What unforgettable poems have you seen?
what can i do to keep you I give you poor streets despair sunset Moon over run-down suburbs I give you one The sorrow of those who look at the lonely moon for a long time.
By xs—xia3 years ago in Poets
The moment of conscious smell from the outsider air
From burnt ebonit to old eggs to if the whole village was turned into a sausage marmolade the taste you don't want to try nor smell
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 3 years ago in Poets
Words as Swords
Words as Swords can make You bleed inside of Your aching ball in the throat without a way to make the words come truly out as You really do are
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 3 years ago in Poets
Exploding sun
What happens when sun dies earth never stop its cries to manage the moon tries oh, my dear exploding sun you're a phoenix of fire
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Stop take a breath !
In between the words and lines there is never ending waves of challenges and stories to write when you already there and you enjoy thinking yeah I have made there is already another waiting on the side so the moment you really do relax in You are taken for another ride within
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 3 years ago in Poets
This Mess Of Thoughts
This mess of thoughts A collective noun to describe What constitutes my mind A chaotic collection Of introspective Thoughts clamouring
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in Poets
Storytelling
Storytelling is a gift It's what separates man from beast The ability to explain a lesson through a story is not only special
By Mattie :)3 years ago in Poets
(Α) Before (Ω)
I loved you before there was earth to walk upon. Before, there was a sail above the mast. My heart beat for you. And now you love me.
By EYHCS3 years ago in Poets
Oh Mother
Mother... Oh mother... A lovely woman are you not? Mother, oh mother, you provide for not just yourself, but your children you beget of your lot.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets