art

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

Been Told
I was bone to play the part Evil from the start At least that’s what I’ve been told Since they wrenched me from my mold Two years old and sinnin
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
Beautiful
I find us beautiful We are better than what’s real Two friends more than Leal Far greater than the ideals That mortal men get stuck on
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
Purpose
The earth has no choice but to follow The path that god hath laid Rotate slowly, carry life The reason it was made I asked it once, what it thought
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
Summers Of My Youth
Summers of my youth, spent beneath the shining sun. Feet upon golden sand, building sandcastle dreams, picking wildflowers in meadows,
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
Race of Friendship
Once upon a time, there was a clever fox and a wise tortoise. They lived in a beautiful forest filled with tall trees and colorful flowers. One sunny day, the tortoise and the fox decided to have a race to see who was the fastest.
By AFAMEFUNA ALADUMAKA3 years ago in Poets
Writer & Pen
In the tranquil office of considerations laced, A dance of spirits, an association characterized, A pen and an essayist, their bond so profound,
By Deepty3 years ago in Poets
Thunder
We’re all under thunder How do we we overcome The wicked herald cracks out the whip of the ever dreaded blackened thumbDon’t waste the time behind the clouds and lightning bolts Enough time has passed Who are you trying to impress with those?Under thunder Long wind and plunderThe battles around Swirling tornados In heartfelt wonderWe’re all under thunder The storm brewing Slowing and swirling Where will you run for coverDon’t get wet Try not yet But don’t let go when we’re all under thunderUnder thunder Blinding Lightning Why do we do thisStrive for the top shiny tulips The Sunday The weekdaysWe’re all under thunderIt’s not time to break for lunch yetDon’t tell him you heard itAround and around the tree and gardenHeaven knows that the storm is Guarding Barking up the wrong treeI’m failing to see the misery In the melody This mirror doesn’t reflect meThunder Crash Crushing weight The thunderstorm falls heavily The weights are no longer on meUnder thunder Have you danced in the rain while the drums DrumDrum The thunder to the rhythm Splash Jump The puddles will turn into lakesWe’re under thunder Dance or run for cover The choice will Show the storm who knowsWe’re all under thunder
By amaliarose3 years ago in Poets
Life painting
Whose love is painting? You for a few days. Could not meet Without thinking Couldn't be I remember with a brush painted you as a "painting".
By Ahamed Thousif3 years ago in Poets
Echoes of the Lost Boy
In the heart of the village of Elmsworth, where the trees whispered secrets and the hills rolled like waves frozen in time, lived a young boy named Oliver. His presence was like a soothing breeze on a warm summer's day, spreading a contagious laughter that echoed through the cobblestone streets.
By john3 years ago in Poets
"A Day in Another's Shoes"
In borrowed steps, a journey new, Empathy blooms, our hearts pursue. Colors unseen, emotions untold, In unfamiliar paths, empathy's gold.
By Kumar 3 years ago in Poets
Cleaning supplies
In The eyes Of Janitorial You pivot Steps forward If dusty , we Manage A quantum leap Over brooms Before Marriage
By CleverWordz3 years ago in Poets
She Annihilates
It was within the faintest of whispers Within the softest of sounds She brought all that was with her To the sleepiest of towns
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Poets