Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The glacier comes down Flurries of snow blind my eyes The mountain's spoken
By M3 years ago in Poets
I see what I heard Wind whistles through the mountains The sound makes a scene
One mountain is good Be at peace with a good choice Choose bad to be sad
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
Colorful mountain The mountain shines such bright light I want to dance right
There is a great peak Towering like a great whale leaping from the earth
By Raine Fielder3 years ago in Poets
Running Pacing Chasing Through my mind, one by one, back and forth. The fires of passion were just a façade for the lack of initiative. Now we wade our feet through the sluggish remains of what you could’ve been.
By Rambler's Society3 years ago in Poets
Bury me in the back of the forest The stolen ground now a wasteland A towering Cairn to the old Gods A final resort for forgiveness
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Awe at a distance Surmounted by me, I'm a Mountain of a man
By Penny3 years ago in Poets
You say you are the devil Is she in your eyes? Cold like black ice Starless skies why did you wound yourself with all those scars
By Daniel Hooks3 years ago in Poets
Red, lemon peel burn I reached too high, my love fell Cruelly high, mountain
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
The mountain shines bright I see its shining night light Its a better site
Move a mountain now Be strong for everyone how The mountain is you
