Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Earth, Water, Air, Fire- elements of nature reign supreme forever
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets
Fire This fire burns bright. We thrive in heat and sunlight. Burning inferno. Earth Where everything roams.
Water is peaceful. Air is life and Earth is strength. Fire is passion.
The Air : The air is a mysterious thing Always there, but never seen The wind is its voice Whispering secrets to the trees
By Ajay3 years ago in Poets
Is this the abyss I can feel myself drowning The darkness is real Winds blow me away Without any direction I search for myself
By J.W. Baird3 years ago in Poets
Fire burns eternal Earth, air and water are nice Fish fly through the sky
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
“Dreamer” I’ve been told since I was little that I need to get my head out of the clouds I remember staring at the sky every time the sun painted it a different color.
By Amberlynn Steward3 years ago in Poets
My mind's A grave of words where all I've heard goes to die. It used to be exciting going on outings, but now my voice goes unheard.
By Shalløw3 years ago in Poets
i long for togetherness, feel alone in community of my peers. and can't find no solitude, not even with no other soul not in sight,
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
As tempestuous storms rage in my mind, Through gravitas dreams, I dart and weave. Ticks and tocks of fate's clock remind
By Faseeh Zaidi3 years ago in Poets
i am the mountains; i am the trees; i am the lorax; i am only just me, and from within my dreams last night, i visited the life i always wanted
Ancient myths and tales are told Of how yoga came to be, Of gods and sages, young and old Who sought enlightenment, free.
By Ewuranna Smith-Quayson3 years ago in Poets
