art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Mid-Summer Night’s Dream
A fateful night, a cheerful flight, my summer vacation came with all Gods might. I shudder to think I almost missed it, just that one moment we spent together, I almost missed it. A rare sight that’s definitely true but nothing we said nothing we did was anything new. If all the seas were dry and all the sand were to turn in to giant rocks, I’d still remember that summer our hearts interlocked. Towards Faithfulness and loyalty I will forever lean, when I think of our mid summer night’s dream.
By Nick Pommells5 years ago in Poets
The Obsessed Artist
People often say that fear is the world’s best motivator. Specifically, the fear of failure. Even when writing this I am constantly wrestling with myself not the delete those last fifteen words, to actually finish the sentence, to actually finish a story, to take an attempt at the life that I one day hope will materialise. Its one of those things that makes me believe in God to be honest, some miracle someday. Unknown, unexpected but unchangeable. That one miracle event will change my life and make it everything I ever wanted it to be. I am not a writer.
By Rhea Sanjay 5 years ago in Poets
All Me
Although I was a young child, the essence of my cerebellum gravitated to a division that could only be orchestrated by a power greater than man himself. Too incoherent to even comprehend my very own illustrious faculties however, it wasn't until years later that I discovered the empyreal attributes that I possessed. A gift, that of which our Supreme Power also garnished, and that is to create. So as I inaugurated my role at the age of seven as a creative writer, decades later, my Yahweh-given ability has exceeded incredibly. The words I utilize to incorporate a syntax fashioned to grasp the intelligence and awareness of readers, paints a picture in one's subconscious just as breathtaking, if not more, than that of Leonardo da Vinci, Claude Monet, or Michelangelo Buonarroti. In the years that have come, I have transitioned from scribing rough draft after rough draft to finalizing material at the onset with only a few minor corrections necessary. Becoming a self proclaimed veteran as well as widely recognized as a skilled writer. A title I cloak proudly while endeavoring to capture the interest of all who partake of my talent. As I've composed poems, short stories, novels, movie scripts, television scripts, business related doctrines and everything in between, the realization that I have yet to be unearthed in the public realm has not altered my determination. The engulfing passion residing within the chambers of my heart continually urge me to strive to be the best; even as an unknown voice. Consequently I still reach for the clouds of success. With a technique shaped by Yahweh Himself, I was predestined to write, even if only for the trivial. Because what I do and who I am was perfected inside of me before I ever was so that mankind could take a glimpse into the mind of a creator.
By Nyutu Woods5 years ago in Poets
