Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
With purpose clear, Shaguni's mind did steer, Avenge his sister's pain, resolute and near. Focused and unwavering, he tread the path,
By KAVI SEN3 years ago in Poets
As twilight unveils its celestial art, What tales will unfold in the eve's depart? I ponder escaping its relentless sway,
By Nabeel Asad Khilji3 years ago in Poets
Time It's time I don't want to change I'm there, But there's no time. I'm here But I don't want to be I'm bored What can I do
By Calie Judy Brooks3 years ago in Poets
In whispered breaths and longing sighs, Two souls embrace beneath moonlit skies. Love's gentle touch ignites a spark, As bodies entangle in the dark.
By Siya oliphant 3 years ago in Poets
As a writer one needs readers but in writing one needs someone or others in learning about ideas one to read and comment on their work.
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
Quiet in the House You long desired: spider silk Softly gathers dust. More haiku below:
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
You Equestrian Sculpture, frozen in a trot: Pigeons will despoil you. Another haiku:
Who says Dead Nature Is not Still Life? Fake flowers Fail at feeding eyes. Another haiku:
In twilight's embrace, where dreams take flight, A cute girl and a boy, their hearts ignite. With gentle grace, she steals his every breath,
By Mohammad Imran3 years ago in Poets
Painting in Still-Life Distilled from Dead Nature[:] Skull socket moodbends. More haiku below:
"Loneliness is not the absence of people but the absence of meaningful connections." "In the depths of solitude, we discover the strength within ourselves."
By Samuel James3 years ago in Poets
In a world washed by nature's tears, A boy finds solace, letting go of fears. With raindrops falling from the sky, He embraces the storm, no reason to ask why.
By Mr.wajid3 years ago in Poets
