Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Spill water on my soul Watch it flay me to the bone I'm hatred untold
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Poets
upon my old and lonely life, I shall with all I am, confiscate all the power give it all to fire until i stan alone with nothing around me to devour
Let's pretend we don't speak just for one day Let's watch ourselves and the world around without saying a word behind
By Lightness3 years ago in Poets
Earth, mother of souls, Mossy forest of Stillness, Bring peace and balance. Rain, the drumming song, Lotus ponds of cleansing change,
By Ariel Curry3 years ago in Poets
This night I am in longing My stomach aching, not for food I dream of my beloved dear Here to set the mood Tonight my mind is racing
By Kim Ross3 years ago in Poets
In the language of love, words are not needed, only a touch, a glance, a heart full of longing. Love speaks through the silence,
By thekishore3 years ago in Poets
Once I wrote a quote with care, And designed a shirt that I did wear, I tried to sell it online with pride, But no one seemed to take the ride.
By Amal Poulose3 years ago in Poets
Eyes of heaven, piercing through the night, Guiding us with your gentle light. Shining bright, like a beacon of hope, Leading us to a brighter tomorrow.
a Underneath the grey moonlight, The sea whispers secrets to the night. A symphony of waves and tides, A melody chant forever resides.
By Arun Ramasamy3 years ago in Poets
I stand alone and gaze up high. The moon and stars, a beacon light, Guiding me through the darkest night. The gentle breeze, a soothing sigh,
By Farheen3 years ago in Poets
Inu - Run along ruinous winter wisp For you to be gone my only wish My summer too cold left me remiss I wish it wasn’t so.
By Kuro Seijaku 3 years ago in Poets
We have known one and other for some time now. I know you are busy and life keeps changing. The moments keep adding. Time keeps ticking. I wonder what you dream of when you sleep.
By Shane Harrington 3 years ago in Poets
