art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
An Ode to my Pen
Your ink spills on paper moving with majesty, ink in blue, red,black and other rainbow colors. Your always there when I fall, make me feel free as the birds in the sky. We could write all about the earth, show my emotions which flows fiercely like the oceans. Write about my every thought, pain and joy.
By Vera Olachi3 years ago in Poets
The Act of kindness
Once upon a time in a bustling city, there lived a man named Alexander. He was a successful and wealthy entrepreneur who seemed to have everything one could desire β a luxurious mansion, a fleet of fancy cars, and a thriving business empire. However, despite his opulent lifestyle, Alexander always felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. He had become so engrossed in the pursuit of material wealth that he had lost touch with the simple joys of life.
By Prince Aduse3 years ago in Poets
How my camera embarrassed me ππ
A few years ago, I was visiting a new city for the first time and decided to explore some of the local attractions. One of the places I wanted to visit was a famous museum known for its impressive art collection. I was excited and ready to immerse myself in the world of art and culture. As I entered the museum, I noticed a sign that said, "No Flash Photography Allowed." I thought it was a bit odd because many museums usually prohibit flash photography due to potential damage and massprodution of the artwork . Nevertheless, I proceeded to explore the exhibits without taking any photos. As I moved from one room to another, I couldn't help but feel a bit disoriented in the vast and intricate halls of the museum. In one of the rooms, I saw a stunning painting that immediately caught my attention. Without thinking, I reached into my pocket to take a picture of it with my phone.
By Ebenezer Ikemdinachi3 years ago in Poets
