Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Living life is an Art, Everybody doesn't know it, Life is like a boulevard of dreams, In life events happen with course of time,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
FADE IN: Schizophrenia walks It's like a screenplay One with no EXIT Stage left or right No synopsis to indulge the crowd
By Laura Lee7 years ago in Poets
During the day I work hard, No time to dream but to give constructive output, My shadow walks besides me, Sometimes distractions conquer my brain,
Days are gone when happiness was a priority, Days are gone when selfless service was a duty, Days are gone when love towards children was automatically expressed,
Bring back the yesterdays of tomorrow Sorrows that build up like happiness Fellows with drolls that are followed by meals of fortune
By Mohau Augstine Maimela7 years ago in Poets
I can hold a leaf to my cheek and feel my heart beat I'm still breathing— I am a mind stacked with chests of words never spoken
By DLC7 years ago in Poets
memory succors as synergist to prompt on what they had missed. relatives name me the "mist" because I enter and exit the place
By Blaise Terese7 years ago in Poets
True teamwork comes when , Members of team contribute positively towards a common goal, If members keep on finding each other's faults,
As it stands I can no longer dwindle in the abyssal psychosis of my headspace It’s becoming slowly apparent that I am a dismembered essence
By Alyssa Maurer7 years ago in Poets
I am the product of a saint and a siren: Sinner. The Neon Demon clenching at his dawn. Golden and occult; rise and fall of a new angel.
By JVZON X7 years ago in Poets
I scream at the world because I'm often misunderstood. Like....countless of others. It's not a battle of who has it worst.
By Erica Lindsey7 years ago in Poets
Ruminating like lasting impressions Of stupid things I’ve said Lights trail over glazed visions With tails and ends of haze
By Oliver Conlon7 years ago in Poets
