Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
We are the foundation Of their house of glass Against us They cast all their stones Driving us from our homes Not with bullets and clubs
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I post when I'm happy Sometimes I post when I’m sad Sometimes I post the most positive things when I’m feeling bad
Sitting in your old arm chair with a devil may care attitude. Talking about the ingratitude of youth, watching TV, eating microwaveable meals.
By Daniel Hooks2 years ago in Poets
Cherished moments bloom, Life's kaleidoscope unfolds, Joy's hues blend with grace, Heartbeats waltz in sweet embrace, Love's tapestry, eternally bright.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
In icy realms where snowflakes dance, A black and white waltz, a joyful trance. On the frozen stage of the southern sea, Waddles a creature, lively and free.
By 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔥𝔲2 years ago in Poets
Mona 4Real, Ghana's Nicki Minaj. JESUS, THE GREATEST EXPRESSION OF GOD'S LOVE TO A DYING WORLD. ▪︎As I scribble these words from the abase of my heart….
By Sekou Sesay2 years ago in Poets
What is life and what does it mean? The battles you are forced to overcome can sometimes be worse than they seem. Sometimes we mistake them for terribly bad,
By Nicole Poston2 years ago in Poets
How did I get so lucky to have children like you two? You are the reasons I now know a love so unconditional and true. My life has been a struggle since I was around your age,
In the tapestry of dreams, where moonbeams play, I sculpt a kingdom from the whispers of the day. With the ink of stars and the quill of night,
By Sasi Kala2 years ago in Poets
In bustling rhythm, Life's tasks, a dance of balance, Juggling roles with grace, Heartbeats sync with the keyboard, Multitasking, life's embrace.
5 February, 2022, After midnight Pandemonium in the mind When nights become days And days become nights The mind gets foggy
By Cyrus2 years ago in Poets
A fateful opportunity where two souls are entangled, in a tranquil place, where moonbeams dance. A blank and expansive canvas unfolds,
By Waseem Chem2 years ago in Poets
