Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Aloud as we hear the screams around, Breathe with masks, house arrest, and underground. Corona has created havoc in a while,
By Tanushree Jain5 years ago in Poets
Welcome to the world of humiliation, Where we all are the example of imperfection, And still suffers from humiliation.
By Sahil Patel5 years ago in Poets
When I will be sad, And find everything about myself bad, Will you be there? When I will feel low, And go through pain,
Growing father apart from my old ways only thing the same is my herbs and coffee sacred soil I talk in with the almighty I am walking
By Robert mackenna5 years ago in Poets
Dancing On a City Street The city street is a place for dancing Streetlights shine on a given show Timbale sizzle found me romancing
By Zel Harrison5 years ago in Poets
Summertime in the city New York to be exact It’s hard to stay pretty When sweat’s dripping down your back But we didn’t care
By Keys Will5 years ago in Poets
a year from today she gave away two pieces of her heart one piece to the ground below the other piece to a close loved one who needed a restart
By Michelle LJ5 years ago in Poets
Sun shine slips through her palm to reach her face She looks at me with eyes half closed and smiles; Grass floor, yet she lie down with so much grace
By AA5 years ago in Poets
Somewhere something changed. Somewhere something new was made. Somewhere is where the pain shatters. Rummaging through disaster after disaster. How can one fathom to see anything but...
By Butterfly Nation 5 years ago in Poets
With May coming to an end and June just around the bend It tends to lend an idea, and that idea comes with an abundance to spend
By CR. Phoenix 5 years ago in Poets
To see a Shakespeare play we three were bound: My mother, brother, and age-fifteen me. But at the outdoor theater, we found
By Candice Bellows5 years ago in Poets
Started my walk early before dawns light. The full moon's gaze is all that lit my path. The dark roads seemed menacing to my sight.
By Robert Tilford5 years ago in Poets
