Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In the tapestry of existence, a wondrous tale unfolds, A symphony of moments, where beauty's truth beholds. Life, a priceless treasure, adorned in hues profound,
By Isidor Gheorghiesi3 years ago in Poets
Mentor they said. It’ll be fun, they said. What a child. Seriously a child. You live in this building, paying zero rent.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
Hi I’m Erica This is my life…. I have Tricuspid Atresia. I was born without my tricuspid valve, along with most of my right ventricle missing.
Moving on What happened to me? When did I change? What did I change? What happened to me, why are my thoughts so dark? Changes
In the depths of life's unforgiving tide, Where burdens weigh upon shoulders wide, There lies the truth of adult strife, A tale of hardships shaping our life.
By Yousuf Ehsan3 years ago in Poets
In the realms of dreams, where stars collide, A tale of wonder, I shall now confide. In a world unseen, where magic thrives,
In the garden of life, a seed was sown, A person began to grow, their journey unknown. Through the seasons they blossomed, faced joys and strife,
R is for reading whatever is offered E is for exercising one's thoughts A is for allowing one to share ideas D is for dedication to one's craft.
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
In the heart of nature's embrace, behold, A world untouched, where untamed stories unfold. Where sunbeams dance on verdant ground,
Smile Again You’re no longer my reason. I was happy for a while. Was I really though? Two of the four years alone. Just me and Malcolm.
Hidden Light Peace of mind Please let me be. I need to find a place to calm the true me. The peace that is still hidden.
I Hate Brain Fog Fruit at the bottom of yogurt, mix that shit up. When someone mixes up my tea and milk ratio. Hello, it's tea, not milk water.
