Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Human and machine, so vastly different One with heart, the other with circuits Humans can love and feel such grace Machines can calculate and keep pace
By Beyond the Brightness3 years ago in Poets
Parting ways with my past, I find a place far away. Increasingly isolated, And I cannot help but stay. Harkening back to a time,
By Baris Ovali3 years ago in Poets
The painter's brush moves across the canvas, The strokes of genius so carefully planned, Creating a masterpiece of vivid hues,
In the garden of creativity, We nurture the soul of an artist, Cultivating inspiration's seeds To sprout before us, unfettered and free.
The writer's pen puts words to the page, Telling a tale of truth and grace, Bringing a story to life, From the depths of their soul and space.
The musician's voice carries out its song, Harmonizing the heart and mind, Singing the song of the soul, In a sweet and melodic rhyme.
The sculptor's hands work their magic, Shaping the clay of life, Crafting a masterpiece of art, From a lump of earth and strife.
The filmmaker's vision is brought to life, On the silver screen of life, Capturing life on film, In a way that's both real and rife.
The photographer's eye captures the beauty, Of the world that we know and see, Seeing the world through the lens, In a unique point of view and degree.
The dancer's feet move with grace and poise, Telling a story through motion, Moving to the beat of creativity, As the music carries the emotion.
The performer's stage is their home, Where they command with a graceful tone, Entertaining the crowd with showmanship,
The poet's heart spills onto the page, Putting words to the emotions of life, The heart of the poet is so alive, And its words can cut like a knife.
