Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
As our lips met for the first time, I felt a spark ignite within me. A flame of desire and longing, That only you could set free.
By Mr. Jerry 3 years ago in Poets
New Year Resolutions, oh how grand A time for change, a fresh new plan But let's be real, they don't always stick We make them with the best of intentions, but end up feeling sick
Full moon, bright and round In the sky, without a sound I had a dream, so strange and wild Of creatures and magic, so beguiled
By Nims3 years ago in Poets
The ocean’s eyes twinkled like shiny sapphire Wooden unpainted crates stretched like a maze Unwillingly walking across the crates floating
By Cadma3 years ago in Poets
I dream of sleeping on a Full Moon instead of Sitting awake, Mourning the fullness of the month. Awake with the blue light
By Riah the Writer3 years ago in Poets
Rain, oh rain You bring such a pain But also so much gain Your drops, they fall Like a never-ending squall On rooftops, trees, and all
By Preethi3 years ago in Poets
Hesitate and drown: The void calls incessantly Words I don't intend to hear Crawling; opal spiders in my ears Weave their pearl webs on my mind
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
I know I did you wrong. I know I tried to hold the song. Fantasy, fairyland. Only in my head. Messaged you, left on read.
By Lizzie Alan3 years ago in Poets
Transparent moonlight. Illuminating impulse. Wants from the depths of my mind.
Be like her soil strong and loving Be like her rivers swift and sure Be like her trees proud yet wise Her energy through space and time
By Dan-O Vizzini3 years ago in Poets
DEEP IN DARKEST NIGHT ASTRAL BODY FREE TO ROAM JOURNEYS FAR UNBOUND . CHANGING FORMS EVOLVE IN THE VIVID SPACE OF DREAMS
By Jon H. Davis3 years ago in Poets
Church was four butterscotch candies long this Sunday And hot too I usually place a chocolate coin in the tithes basket for the pastor
