Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
I was bone to play the part Evil from the start At least that’s what I’ve been told Since they wrenched me from my mold
By Vicious Avarice2 years ago in Poets
I find us beautiful We are better than what’s real Two friends more than Leal Far greater than the ideals That mortal men get stuck on
The earth has no choice but to follow The path that god hath laid Rotate slowly, carry life The reason it was made I asked it once, what it thought
Summers of my youth, spent beneath the shining sun. Feet upon golden sand, building sandcastle dreams, picking wildflowers in meadows,
By Rasma Raisters2 years ago in Poets
Once upon a time, there was a clever fox and a wise tortoise. They lived in a beautiful forest filled with tall trees and colorful flowers. One sunny day, the tortoise and the fox decided to have a race to see who was the fastest.
By AFAMEFUNA ALADUMAKA3 years ago in Poets
In the tranquil office of considerations laced, A dance of spirits, an association characterized, A pen and an essayist, their bond so profound,
By Deepty3 years ago in Poets
We’re all under thunder How do we we overcome The wicked herald cracks out the whip of the ever dreaded blackened thumb Don’t waste the time behind the clouds and lightning bolts Enough time has passed Who are you trying to impress with those? Under thunder Long wind and plunder The battles around Swirling tornados In heartfelt wonder We’re all under thunder The storm brewing Slowing and swirling Where will you run for cover Don’t get wet Try not yet But don’t let go when we’re all under thunder Under thunder Blinding Lightning Why do we do this Strive for the top shiny tulips The Sunday The weekdays We’re all under thunder It’s not time to break for lunch yet Don’t tell him you heard it Around and around the tree and garden Heaven knows that the storm is Guarding Barking up the wrong tree I’m failing to see the misery In the melody This mirror doesn’t reflect me Thunder Crash Crushing weight The thunderstorm falls heavily The weights are no longer on me Under thunder Have you danced in the rain while the drums Drum Drum The thunder to the rhythm Splash Jump The puddles will turn into lakes We’re under thunder Dance or run for cover The choice will Show the storm who knows We’re all under thunder
By eawilcox3 years ago in Poets
Whose love is painting? You for a few days. Could not meet Without thinking Couldn't be I remember with a brush
By Ahamed Thousif3 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the village of Elmsworth, where the trees whispered secrets and the hills rolled like waves frozen in time, lived a young boy named Oliver. His presence was like a soothing breeze on a warm summer's day, spreading a contagious laughter that echoed through the cobblestone streets.
By john3 years ago in Poets
In borrowed steps, a journey new, Empathy blooms, our hearts pursue. Colors unseen, emotions untold, In unfamiliar paths, empathy's gold.
By Kumar 3 years ago in Poets
In The eyes Of Janitorial You pivot Steps forward If dusty , we Manage A quantum leap Over brooms
By CleverWordz3 years ago in Poets
It was within the faintest of whispers Within the softest of sounds She brought all that was with her To the sleepiest of towns
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Poets
