Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Today we went to visit the Canyon Group Danxia landform Said to be comparable to the American Canyons The sunshine was real and believable
By gabbylogan5 years ago in Poets
Button your window door Imagined, quietly flourishing Dive into the flower garden, when spring I don't know you're there, I don't know your name
By RACHEL HELMS5 years ago in Poets
I stand on a high mountain. I stand at the junction. A long expectation, a A long wait. It's been a long time, snow girl.
Saying good night to you The sun extinguishes his lamp The moon begins to shed her silvery glow Let my song accompany you to sleep
Grandma, did you ever know? The heel of the day has reached the age when you left him then. If you could turn back time
October The time of January drifts down Like the light shadows of the falling smoke and rain Dancing out some lingering wounds
By ellenolivia5 years ago in Poets
If spring does not come, and you do not come, I will not Be intoxicated by the fragrance of a flower Nor would I have been awakened by the sunshine of Chang'an.
By macngo5 years ago in Poets
I I planted my sweet heart into a plant A red peach that burns so early I want such a soft beauty Gradually spread and spread out
By Ted Brown5 years ago in Poets
It seems to be raining, not raining. Like an urchin Seemingly weeping, not crying. Tired of the smell of no rain Looking forward to a rain to wash away the dust
If you ever noticed The clouds are not white I walked on the leaves You heard it, the wind was blowing If you've ever noticed
Narcissus The beautiful boy of ancient Greek legend Growing on the shore of a thousand blue waves Rejected the advances of Venus
The wind of spring Sending away the chill of winter The dullness of grass and fish and insects Bringing the refreshing
By neymarhart5 years ago in Poets
