Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I had a dream that I was flying High above the clouds, I was soaring The wind in my hair, the sun on my skin I felt alive, I felt free
By Mello.viibes3 years ago in Poets
TOP 10 underrated directors An underrated director is a film director who is not as well-known or recognized as they should be, given the quality of their work. This can be due to a variety of factors, such as a lack of resources or support for their projects, or a failure to find an audience for their films.
By tharun3 years ago in Poets
Sated with haikus Only dregs of syllables Swirl in my blue mug * * * If you are like me, after the Blue Haiku Challenge you continue to notice blue all around, and find fragments of poems wafting through your mind at odd times.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
I hear the monster under my bed. I see its image inside my head. It always appears to be eerie, never not dark and dreary.
By Rene Peters3 years ago in Poets
Looped house spirals in electric Greens and reds and blues The house an illusion yet, still Slipping cross wavy floorboards
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Poets
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Over many quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore - While I nodded, nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping...
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 3 years ago in Poets
we may wonder, travel or settle, together or apart. we may find peace or war, treats or tricks but never less or more. we take and we give yet endlessly, we decide where we go and how we get there sometimes without knowing we had a choice.
By jordan burke3 years ago in Poets
525,600 minutes, 525,600 moments so dear. How do you measure a year? What about love? No one saying you can't or you won't or know you're not anything because you're a girl.
By Miranda Monahan3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes it's a bitch sometimes it's a breeze. Sweet dreams are made of this. I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody is looking for something.
Instagram has been updating its app lately. It has introduced new bugs. Including stats like the number of followers and accounts, a user is following.
I'm sitting at my computer. Scrolling on Instagram. Seeing a bunch of old photographs. I start to feel an array of emotions.
It is too windy to fly. Fly a drone that is. I just want to be creative. Capture unique perspectives. I do not about posting on social media.
