Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Freedom's anthem resounds through the great expanse of the sky. Where avian wonders abound, a tapestry of wings paints a picture of feathery birds soaring without complaint, free from the restrictions of rhyme.
By Gloria Anderson3 years ago in Poets
The power of a storm, a mighty force, Nature's fury unleashed, taking its course, A tempest brewing in the darkened skies,
By Mr Addy3 years ago in Poets
Make life your oyster, a shining pearl with every memory. Take the time to smell the roses and dance in the rain. Rejoice, leading your own parade –
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
Behold the beauty of a sunset's glow, Where heaven's palette begins to show, A canvas painted with hues divine, Embracing hearts, like sweet vintage wine.
In the sanctuary of tranquil walls, Where solace dwells and darkness falls, The feeling of peace gently takes its flight,
‘Tis here that lies a story both busy and calm, of love and hate,fake and real. A cent for a seat, here is the deal dear, chin up, fetch a brew’.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Poets
myweetordslk r words are like a warm hug, they wrap me up and make me feel safe. Your smile is like flowers, it fills my world with sweet fragrance and makes life blossom.
By Deepak Sidar3 years ago in Poets
Rats. A man fell asleep, rising up, job half done, with a crack pipe in his hand. I couldn’t fall asleep, so I tore it all apart.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
Our love has the fire to ride the wave of zeal My soul is your soul and your soul is my soul Into the sea we hold on and go with what we feel
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
We are the children, born into strife, Our innocence lost in the battlefield of life. Torn from our homes, we wander in despair,
By Kuric Adem3 years ago in Poets
In the tempest of life, where chaos unfolds, Amidst trials and tribulations untold, Hold fast to your spirit, let it never sway,
Just a little piece of heart? Give it all up! Be crazy Dance to the Fox Trot with the wolves; the lust of werewolves.
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
