Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Ate a story so that It will not need to be read Ate a story and follow Your Heart and Your Dreams Ate a story from all of Your past life
By Lightness2 years ago in Poets
Create a story but for real ? Liars maybe are easy at creating the stories but some are just writing the truth real in it
Point blank. My pen on a paper. Or is that a pencil? No matter. It's time to scratch. Get off the silence. Speak up and make some noise.
By eawilcox2 years ago in Poets
In the mirror of each other's eyes, they witness their growth, the laughter lines etched by shared jokes, the resilience shaped by trials overcome,
By Onyeabor Jacenta2 years ago in Poets
All my life I’ve been known To be lucky At dice, at happenstance It’s proven every day My timing always seems To be just right
By Vicious Avarice2 years ago in Poets
this day is one of those. the void is restless and irritated. feelings and memories taking flight, made into ticking timebombs,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
a heart aches for home blooming crimson memories spaces left behind -------------------------- Thank you for reading! Note:
By R.I. Károly2 years ago in Poets
Why is it I know When others wonder Cry When others hope? Why can’t I feel the good As strongly as the bad Be sure of safety
You cannot force someone to be better But you can ask You shouldn’t expect them to be Because they may not be up to the task
I drop a heart every time I see you Some of the time, it is red, blood_red like the colour that leaks from an interrupted vein
By The_Andris Kings2 years ago in Poets
People flutter in and out I stay Lost for what to say I wait Separate and away I watch Talking, listening, laughing silence
In my closet, neatly hung with care, A pair of pants, a fashion affair. Fabric whispers stories, threads of time, A canvas for moments, both mundane and prime.
By Kelly Emma2 years ago in Poets
