Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
One's life should be to appreciate oneself, affirm oneself, challenge oneself, break oneself, live a good life, be the best one!
By adeolaaklabio5 years ago in Poets
People live in the world, going in and out of the world every day. There are people who have perfect merits, and his success and gains are obvious everywhere, and they are pure and pure, and they are just right precipitation, mellow and noble.
This poem has inspired me so much because show us how value they are to have them in our life, heart and soul: There are three treasures
By Anyelin Mejia-Rosario5 years ago in Poets
“The Truth of the Tradewinds” The black warmth extends beyond sight, Bathed in Luna’s cold, silver light. Soul’s vision unhindered by night…
By Jack Drake5 years ago in Poets
Grey are the shadows. Grey ends the rainbows. Grey is the darkness. Grey is true kindness. Grey are all of those who do well.
By Kody Granger5 years ago in Poets
Waiting for the colors to come Isn’t the brightest strategy. You have colors in your life Because you invite them.
By a*k² (a times k-squared)5 years ago in Poets
As I am walking on the street with my friends I hear a group of boys call out. For a second I think it’s for me but I turn to to my best friend next to me and realize it’s for her.
By KK2455 years ago in Poets
Lay waste, Black Sky. ______________ Where the figure wakes. Among the rubble, and bodies of his peers. Faceless shapes.
By Avi Micah Brown5 years ago in Poets
Hey, Baby Im fucked in the head at least I told you I'm not better off dead. I love you, you are the best that can be, so how about we make a baby, you took my time and nurtured it well, while I was out not feeling so swell.
By Bryce5 years ago in Poets
I open a vintage notebook And place my blue-ice topaz Next to your blood-drop red garnet. I place my chrysanthemum In your hand
Eyes well up Voice becomes dumb Lungs barely breathe Chest burdensome Carrying weight of a murder Of a girl very handsome.
By Neer Bukharia5 years ago in Poets
Why you so In a rush? Please just slow It down…. Let me go get my brush So I can sweep around…. Let me fix this mess Trust the process…. I guess
By Haychie_Artist5 years ago in Poets
