Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In a world where dreams can truly thrive, Where happiness flourishes, a joyous hive, There lies a family, their hearts entwined,
By Mark Pidlaoan3 years ago in Poets
Whispered words of love, Secrets whispered, hand in glove. Eyes meet, a stolen glance, Passion's fire, in a trance. Silken touch, a tender stroke,
By Pam Zee3 years ago in Poets
Just as the orchid opaques the tuberose. And the tuberose to the rose recites: "Oh my late flower May the veil wither on juniper nights.
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
This is an experiment in cut and past and ransom note plagiaristic poetry. It does not make much sense but it does roughly rhyme and has a consistent number of syllables per line.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Love can be nice, like a hot bowl of rice. But every time you date, you roll the dice. You can date a guy with lots of pet mice, or a girl who has lice. It won’t be very nice.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of light and dark, Where the human spirit embarks, There exists a side concealed, unknown, A face of evil, in shadows grown.
By Arun Karunakaran3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of daydreams, where imagination takes flight and reality bends to the whims of the mind, there lived a young poet named Eleanor. Her days were consumed by the magic of her thoughts, as she wandered through the corridors of her own creation.
By Zara neka3 years ago in Poets
What is a Happy Birthday? Is it the presents that one may receive? Is it the cake that one may receive? or Is it the family and friends that say Happy Birthday?
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
In a dimly lit room, where silence hung like a heavy cloak, A stage awaited, a canvas for emotions to evoke. Whispers of anticipation, hearts ready to embrace,
By Muhammad Huzaifa Shahzad3 years ago in Poets
Alien Sun filled hue Crossing eyes ≈ ≈ ≈ ≈ ≈ Thank you to Cendrine Marrouat for introducing me to the Sixku poetry style.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
On different sides of the sun, We were born into values and beliefs that shaped us. We've lived nightmares that has fashioned our thoughts and perceptions.
By Edara Otuk3 years ago in Poets
I yearn to express the depth of my solitude yet every verse I craft becomes an amorous missive addressed to you. To the heavens. To the core of mysterious substance
By Naveedkk 3 years ago in Poets
