Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Do I lie with art when I write of mountains which I have never seen?
By Abigail Penhallegon3 years ago in Poets
He’s a caring charismatic Yet abundantly peaceful Performed at the same time An intent cognitive As myself would say In a lovingly admirable
By M3 years ago in Poets
I see a possible future with almost everyone I look at I see some type of beauty within them But with you, I see brightness and grace
Different shaped petals, Uneven stems. Piles of weeds, And overgrown flower beds. Mud puddles form, The grass grows agile.
The heat of the spring Clasping itself around me The white walls now echoed light The sun mellowly roaming Eyes agaze by the new generation of flowers
Oh, Mount of Olives, Where Christ Jesus ascended And will soon return.
By Samuel Kauffman3 years ago in Poets
Thanking God all the time Getting better with my rhyme With my mars & my duas…. I can see I’m In my prime Moving on from the crime
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
I love the color Red like fire I must cry Amazing and great
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
My knee starts to bleed I slipped on the mossy rock I continue up
I settle on down Four thousand feet below me The view wakes my boots
Climb to the blue sky Climb to top before you die You won't regret it
Admire the rock It's big and strong for so long Great mighty beauty
