Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
when i think i can't escape reality, that i'm backwards in a race and can't change lanes- then i know it's time to dream again.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Interstellar skies, A pyramid of stone Drawing my soul home.
By Jason Sheehan3 years ago in Poets
The owl hoots at night The owl is smart good and wise The owl is good luck
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
Boar mountain brings bliss The boar sees you and charges The boars meal is you
The Jaguar hides It waits on a big tall tree It pounces and eats
Elephants wander They stop at a big mountain They walk around it
Hyena laughter The echo screams through mountain bouncing off the walls
A lion roars fierce The lion protects its cubs A lion defends
Great Big Bear Mountain A bear is a site for sore eyes Be careful walk safe
Tigers hide nearby Inside the mountain they wait They will pounce unseen
Crowned in ice in snow siting alone fated throne Preserving renown
By Erik ubbink3 years ago in Poets
Golden eminence. Ethereal prominence - Warm golden embrace.
By Aly G3 years ago in Poets
