Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In the realm of dreams, where hopes take flight, We dare to chase what feels so right. Whispers of desires linger in the air,
By kulandaivel3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of travel, a faithful friend, The suitcase, a vessel where dreams transcend. With every journey, it carries our desires,
Savor the moments, a sweet delight, Biscuits so tempting, a delectable bite. Crisp and golden, baked with care, A treat that takes us to places rare.
Engines revving, wheels on the ground, Auto's symphony, a captivating sound. Unleash the power, feel the thrill, As we embark on a journey, hearts fulfilled.
In tiny hands and tender smiles, We find the world's purest styles. Babies, little miracles, heaven's delight, Guiding us through days and nights.
Within the pages of a dictionary's realm, Words bloom and dance, taking the helm. Unraveling meanings, unveiling treasures,
In a digital world, a simple click, A tiny heart, a feeling that sticks. The power of "like" in a virtual space, A gesture that can brighten a weary face.
In the dance of words, a pen takes flight, Transcribing thoughts, like stars in the night. With every stroke, a story is penned,
In the darkest night, a flicker of hope, A radiant beam, a light that copes. With every glow, shadows retreat, As light's embrace offers solace sweet.
Love has many hardships But when I’m with you I can endure the it all All the earth’s complexities I can push on knowing
By J. K. Anderson3 years ago in Poets
Oh my destined wildflower how fine are you As you lay down inside my room So fine the flowers may bloom In every corner of the earth
Early morning As the day breaks She wades into familiar water: A river walked a thousand times Her home, the forest all around
By Joelle E N3 years ago in Poets
