Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Rock crushed human head Rock rolled on human to death Rock is real sorry
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
Rocks roll down the hill Rocks hit the mountain bottom Rocks crush everything
Behold in my sight A snowy capped mountain And crystallized lakes.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Poets
You are special. A good person by nature. You nurture and bring happiness to life. You are among Angels on this Earth. You are blessed by God to be a gift to those hurt.
By Dylan S3 years ago in Poets
Mighty goliath... ...what are you hiding inside? We will never know...
By Paul Russell3 years ago in Poets
The locust mountain Covered in bugs and huge spawn Crawling all over me
Gods of land and sky Carving our names into stars With pointed intent
By Kemari Howell3 years ago in Poets
What is the peak for, If not to protect the stars, From what lies below.
By G Garcia3 years ago in Poets
Hi to new seekers On top of the hill you peek But my peak stands tall.
By Ceirra Evans3 years ago in Poets
They lived mountain life They admired its great might They love mountain life
I awoke to find A life lived in the shadows A peak within reach
By Lewis Power 3 years ago in Poets
The mountain across It stares directly at me I keep on climbing
By M3 years ago in Poets
