Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Then I remembered. My childhood dream. Seasonal winds blowing, whenever they wanted. The kite snapped. My mother kissed me.
By Yoga Phratam2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet cocoon where life takes flight, a mother's strength shines through the silent night. It's a symphony of pain and a dance of grace,
By Abigail Wanjiru2 years ago in Poets
Charcoal on a rock, The chisel struck a wet stone, The love of writing. -RKLila
By Relentless Kindness Lila2 years ago in Poets
THE FABRIC OF FRIENDSHIP In the tapestry of life, a thread so divine, Woven with care, in a friendship's design. A bond that blossoms, a flower so rare,
By Damilola Phebe Domi2 years ago in Poets
In the canvas of life, each soul holds a brush, Every human, an artist in the hush. With strokes unseen, and colors untold,
By Mubashira Kachhot2 years ago in Poets
Leaves of the white rose, Whisper tales, stories enclosed, Diversity blooms, In each petal's gentle prose, Life's inspiring tales unfold.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Silky, smooth, supple shiny as satin - and twice as durable - gorgeous ganache flows from the stainless steel bowl
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Poets
The four elements, elements of many, many comes from one, one goes to four, four becomes all. . Smoother than the whisper leaving ones lips and carressing another's ear,
By Just Daniel2 years ago in Poets
I can't deal with any more spirits right now. I'm dealing with my own spirit guides And my own spirit ties. Canned soup (again) on the agenda
By Ángel Sierra2 years ago in Poets
A melancholic frolic That’s what we’re here for They act like you’re important They act like they like you So long as you fit their image of you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
He told me about the legend of the divine creature which housed breathtaking features, her body molded from clay to create the temple that not even the most
By moral tjizo2 years ago in Poets
Words swirling around me churning thoughts *********************that never stop every minute ***************************fitting together the pieces
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
