Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Waves hit the shore with a sharp hock You stand close and feel your breath slow Salt air sits on your skin Your thoughts fall quiet in the sound
By Jana Gamal2 months ago in Poets
The sky opens in quiet light You look up and feel calm in your chest Clouds move in steady paths The wide space gives your mind rest
Leaves move with a soft hock in the wind You stand under them and feel your chest ease Light drops through the branches
Small paws land with a light hock on the floor You watch their steps and feel your mood lift Soft eyes look at you You sense calm in their slow moves
Their steps hit the ground with a clear hock You watch them move and your chest feels light They look at you with steady focus
You stand on a thin line Your mood flips with a hard hock Your chest holds fear of being left Your thoughts move faster than you want
Your nerves fire with a sharp hock Your chest tightens without a sign Your thoughts race in quick bursts You try to catch one clear line
Silver guardian in the night Casting shadows, soft and bright Silent witness to our dreams Gleaming softly, silver beams
In a world that speaks in endless streams I find my thoughts in quiet dreams A gaze that lingers, hands that speak In ways the ordinary cannot seek
Waves that dance upon the shore Whisper tales of ancient lore Depths that hide what eyes can’t see The ocean holds its mystery
Stars that glitter, worlds unknown Beyond our Earth, new seeds are sown Voyage deep, where dreams expand The universe waits at our hand
Leaves that shimmer, birds that call Nature’s orchestra enthralls Every step a story told Jungle wonders, green and bold
