Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
He loved her too much to let her go alone. He adored her so much that he wanted to be the black sheep and come after her. He loved her in all the devil's way, and that's how he built a whole hell for her.
By Mona4 years ago in Poets
It appears that it’s fear that I’m under It’s clear that I’m not here but some where I appear. I wonder. See it’s anxiety that comes out of no where
By Poetically Black4 years ago in Poets
Now, here’s a story about a little girl, they thought she was a mute. Though she’s very much aware. Open eyes, a wide smile is what she gave.
By Emerald EyeView4 years ago in Poets
Poetry & Art: Poetry inspired by Artworks "Grace" by Giovanna Alvarez www.GiovannaAlvarez.com Instagram: Giovanna_Alvarez_Art
By Facundo Raganato4 years ago in Poets
Don't ever think life gives you an easy one It is just taking its time to test you It will be difficult most of the time
By Tarun Gupta4 years ago in Poets
Loving is not Easy I know loving someone can hurt sometimes but the rush it brings has allowed me to be narcotics free
Sun is shining bright but I am blind in love, I have for you for the hope I have for the future, we can have Even in the middle of the day
~ Where are you now ~ Verse 1... and chorus Where are you now Come rescue me, Together we’ll be Better, Waiting for you
By Jennifer Cooley4 years ago in Poets
Merry-go-round madness and the worst kind of sadness Because I've seen you before and the same scene again and again Growth cannot happen if you're spinning out of control
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Because its the way I choose to fight, With so many voices in my head I question what's actually right so I write. And write,
By Charles Walton4 years ago in Poets
Looking down her back from behind just to look up her nose as she rides. Poetry in motion is what it's called when karma arrives to leave us all breathless and your names frozen in time.
Looking down her back from behind, Just to look up her nose as she rides, Poetry in motion is what it's called when Karma arrives, to leave you breathless and your name frozen in time.
