art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Life is like a lonely journey
Life is a lonely journey. A person carries happiness and bitterness, tosses between prosperity and desolation, and goes to that destination.
By audre4 years ago in Poets
Live, not for forgiveness
We don't live in the world to ask for forgiveness. If others want to misunderstand, let him misunderstand. Why care? If someone can't see the facts clearly, it's purely the loss of that person, which has nothing to do with me.
By MARY MCBAIN4 years ago in Poets
Life is so simple
Life is actually like a tree. It is green in spring, lush in summer, withered and yellow in autumn and cold in winter. Sometimes we always think that life is cruel. Why do you have to bear any disaster? Why not others? I always feel that my life is very bitter and unhappy.
By shea mccormick4 years ago in Poets
Kindness is like water
I have a friend. The couple work in the same enterprise. They are both honest little clerks. Two years ago, the enterprise where my friend worked carried out restructuring and laid off some employees. Because the couple were honest, they were laid off in the first batch of personnel.
By ARMANDO RAMOS4 years ago in Poets
memories
why are memories called memories? for memories hold ounces of time - forgotten celebrated filled with many encounters
By Gabrielle "Gabby" Pineda4 years ago in Poets
Sigil Synergy - Wellbeing
Wellbeing is soft and fluffy and has the scent of sage or lavender or jasmine. It elevates thoughts and supports immunities and gifts the moment with peace.
By Alice Hampton Dickerson4 years ago in Poets
Legacy or Library
Two trips in two weeks Different groups different perspectives Both taken to Government Central for a Freedom Trial meander
By Chris Siener4 years ago in Poets
The taste of youth
When the curtain of youth is drawn, how should we look at those years when we unload. What kind of years was that? When he or she is angular, when he or she is cynical, when he or she insists on his or her own way.
By Elma Akter4 years ago in Poets
Selection and direction
Life needs to make choices in many times. In fact, when you choose, it determines your direction. However, for life, is choice important or direction important? Most people will definitely choose the direction, and I am no exception.
By Kusum Akter4 years ago in Poets
". . .Then The Locust Said. . ."
They want to know the smell of you Smudged underneath the window frame You've grown sick on all you had to lose It's no use, you feel so damn insane.
By Jerald Dean4 years ago in Poets
Home is not home
Home is not home. Home is a warm lamp when you are wandering and wandering. Hometown is the root of a surname. I have always liked Wang Guowei's triple realm of "going up high-rise buildings alone and looking at the ends of the earth" and "I don't regret when I broaden my clothes and disappear for Iraq" "Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.". It is not only the three realms of art, but also the three realms of life. It may also be suitable for the early, middle and advanced stages of wandering people in their life. We can see the bitterness of wanderers from "going up high-rise buildings alone and looking at the ends of the world". We can see from "gradually widening the belt of clothes and never regret, and people will be haggard for Iraq." Seeing the belief of wanderers, we get our destination from "suddenly looking back, the man is in the dim light".
By Porsi Akter4 years ago in Poets
You are a passer-by in my life
You are a passer-by in my life, in the man's 40th year; You are a ray of sunshine in my life, and you are also in a man's 40th year. The year of no doubt is a mature beginning for men, because after ten years of standing up, there has been a great improvement in both their speech and their career.
By Ruma Begum4 years ago in Poets