art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Poem
Amidst the whimsy of life's wondrous ways, Beneath the celestial canvas of days, Celestial bodies dance with graceful sway,
Ahsan KhanPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThrough Father's Eyes
A boy that laughed through his early years, Beneath skies clear, unshadowed by fears, Came whispers of doubt, soft and slight,
Discursive
Actualization is my new niche. Before I could recognize, I was falling deeper; “Couldn’t they see?” I’d ask myself. Deeper and deeper I fell into agonizing pain.
Edgar GrovePublished 3 months ago in PoetsArtist's Palette
Azure skies above, so clear, Brush strokes bold, love and fear. Canvas waiting, dreams to pour, Dancing hues from the core.
A Tale so Fine
In a realm where words dance and intertwine, A poem whispers secrets, a tale so fine. But delve deeper, my friend, and you shall see,
Abecedarian Art Gallery
All aboard! An astounding adventure awaits. Bring benevolently beaming brilliance, Creating colorful, contrasting, charismatic,
Star Love GreyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsEXPOSING THEM
Look at all these allegations Coming out exposing them…. It’s the time for truth be out Rather that than hiding them…. Different era they were out there
Haychie_ArtistPublished 3 months ago in PoetsFontasia
Arial, darling, so utterly basic, the vanilla ice cream of fonts, so classic. Bodoni, you drama queen, strutting on Vogue as if you're the scene.
Jay KobayashiPublished 3 months ago in PoetsNow I Know My ABC's Another Way
A Bee C? (a tambourine is stingin’-ringin’) Down in the heart's waters Entrances a myriad of univocal qualities, Featuring The Jackson Five.
Christian LeePublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Night's Alphabetical Symphony
A lonely dusk, the amber sky ablaze, Beneath the moon, a gentle breeze betrays. Crickets chatter, composing a serene hum,
A G M Astekur IslamPublished 3 months ago in PoetsRepair
Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsDreams from the Stars
Amidst the stars, a feeling blooms, Beneath the moon, the night exhumes. Celestial whispers, secrets untold, Dancing with darkness, stories unfold.