Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Ancient souls whisper Yelling stillness Fragments of time - @yastincase -
By Ricky Lanusse3 years ago in Poets
Make it to the top Stand and cry while I reflect Bittersweet, friends' loss
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets
Fear steps ahead Errant spirits to devour Summits of life - RC14 -
Fragments of time Rocks you and me The mountains - @yastincase -
High in the Mountains Thunder dragon reigns supreme Trespassers beware
from above we stand all the skies are mine they never will - @yastincase -
Mountain in the sky Rise to the top I climb high Paradise awaits
Stoic masses stand above Reaching egos to erode Yelling for redemption
Oh dearest mountain How like a sweet violin beauty chased by heart
By Raena Adams3 years ago in Poets
Wont I climb on top Wont I reach the highest peak With you right below
By Korede3 years ago in Poets
A brand new mountain. Climbers gear up to attack! Joy rings from plow hills.
By Sam Spinelli3 years ago in Poets
High in the mountains, Eden welcomes the sinners, Damned by its own saints.
By Algernon Locke3 years ago in Poets
