Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
my family lives far really it's me that lives far they are over there . . . [5/28/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
WHAT THE F*CK is LOVE anyway? seems to me like it doesn't even exist.. People just toss the word around as if it never had a meaning...
By Cheyenne3 years ago in Poets
Measure me world! What’s my greatest extent? Don’t hold back, for I shall not resent. For am I greater than thee? Surely you cannot tell me the oak is greater than I.
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of darkness, a flame ignites, A flicker of courage, shining so bright. Through trials and tribulations we face,
By Hanna Nelson3 years ago in Poets
In the stillness of contemplation, I find my way, Reflecting on life's journey, day by day. Through the depths of introspection, I dive,
In the realm of dreams, where wanderlust resides, An urge awakens, beckoning to the tides. Adventure's call echoes through the air,
In the realm of light and dreams, where visions dance, I tread upon a path, my heart entranced. The topic at hand, a memory profound,
By Mr Addy3 years ago in Poets
In the tapestry of life, friendships are sewn, Threads of connection, an unbreakable zone. Through laughter and tears, joys and strife,
Amidst the stillness of a somber day, A single raindrop descends on its way, From clouds above, it gracefully falls, In nature's symphony, its voice calls.
Drifting thoughts, dancing in the quiet, Intricate melodies of the mind begin to riot, Sweeping away focus, in a gentle abduction,
By Utkarsh Sinha3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of despair, where shadows lie, A flicker of hope catches the eye. With every trial and tribulation we face,
In the depths of sorrow, where shadows reside, A journey unfolds, where emotions collide. Loss leaves its mark, a wound deep and sore,
