art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

The Innocence of a Child's Smile
In the world so vast, with hearts beguiled, There's nothing quite as pure as a child's smile. Innocence in every curve, joy in every gleam,
By Kerenza2 years ago in Poets
The Melodious Finch: A Songbird's Serenade
Under that azure sky, 'neath the leafy tree's embrace, The finch sweetly sings, hearts it does enchantingly grace. From the sturdy branch, it takes the center stage,
By Meredith2 years ago in Poets
To Touch the Moon
In the velvet canvas of the night so wide, Where stars and dreams in galaxies hide, There gleams a beacon, a lunar tune,
By Jade2 years ago in Poets
Spring's Renewal: Nature's Symphony of Life
In spring's embrace, the world awakes, With life and color, the earth it shakes. Blossoms bloom and birds take flight,
By anamas2 years ago in Poets
Labrinth
She spun around in a dress of golden thread, as the merchants sold their last loaves of bread. Seen by none, shunned by all, no one saw her as a doll.
By Devin James2 years ago in Poets
If I Could Dream Awake
Such dreams I have in me, That it seems such a shame. To know that ther is such a place Where all is wild, none tame. A feeling we forgot sometime
By Christopher O'Sullivan2 years ago in Poets
Gentle dawn
Softly kissing the sleeping world With a tender touch comes the gentle dawn Silent whispers softly told Paint the sky
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
round
i saw her in the park spinning on the big circle that made you dizzy until you didn’t know where you were. she reached out her hand.
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
Symphony of Silence
On a beautiful day, with the big, blue sky above the garden full of plants, I walked around. The willow trees seemed to whisper, and the flowers were everywhere, looking pretty. The sun was not too hot, just nice and warm, making everything look bright and happy. The air smelled like roses and the fresh dirt in the garden, a nice smell that the breeze spread all around.
By Mayes Daya2 years ago in Poets
Ode to GAZA
In Gaza's heart, where children's tears do fall, A place of dreams, where laughter should enthrall. But in the shadows of conflict's heavy hand,
By Haris Hadzic2 years ago in Poets
Tresses of Beauty
In tresses of beauty, cascading like silk, Lies a world of wonder, as smooth as buttermilk. Each strand tells a story, a tale to unfold,
By Archibald2 years ago in Poets
Drifting on the Waves of Trepidation
anxiety kisses me goodnight there's no revival this time •grey is a feeling I feel every day
By Sidra Anjum2 years ago in Poets