Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Why do you deny yourself peace of mind? Why do you deny yourself love ? Why do you deny yourself joy ? Why do you deny yourself happiness ?
By Angie the poet2 years ago in Poets
Paripalaya Raghunatha Paripalaya Raghunatha Harinama Smaranambulu Virulaura Raghunatha Paripalaya Raghunatha Paripalaya Raghunatha
By GOKUL2 years ago in Poets
The storms seem to shutter, souls, the boy is locked in his mind to suffer. He lost his abusive father as a kid, no one left
By Jeff koli2 years ago in Poets
I found a love for me Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
Dear Alien, this is a rainbow Full of colour; a spectrum of light You're never guaranteed to see one It’s elusive, evading our sight
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Poets
Love is as comfortable as slipping into a well-worn, cozy sweater on a crisp autumn day. Love is as gentle as a breeze caressing a field of wildflowers, tenderly brushing each delicate petal
By R.S. Colorado 2 years ago in Poets
i am in need of a genie, who can grant me a few wishes the things that i cannot buy with endless riches ask me. “what do you need?”
By Kiesha’s Diary2 years ago in Poets
The ripples of each life Slowly lick at the tapestry of fate But mine have become waves Which rip it in their wake I have lived like a storm
By Vicious Avarice2 years ago in Poets
My alien friend of mine The only place I must show is a place to dine In a home where wisdom aged like fine wine
By Matthew Mccahey2 years ago in Poets
Life is not a fairytale It’s scary as hell You can never tell What’s around the corner Taught to believe in fantasies
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Thankful that I’m really strong Can’t be bad from all the wrong That’s the way I’ve been designed…. You will hear It on this song
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
With feathers kissed by solar fire, In its heart, a burning desire, To rise above, to reach higher and higher, In its majestic flight, it won't tire.
By Sarath S2 years ago in Poets
