Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Love, like a rose in bloom, Fragrant, delicate, and fair, With petals soft as a lover's touch, And thorns that prick with care.
By HyperWrites3 years ago in Poets
Amidst the trees and rustling leaves, I find a peace that never leaves. The gentle breeze upon my face, A calmness that can't be replaced.
In these uncertain times, where shadows loom, A world in flux, a shifting gloom. A tapestry of challenges we face, In this intricate dance, the human race.
By Ahmed Raza3 years ago in Poets
The world is a tapestry of colors and sounds, Of cultures and customs, of unique bounds, The beauty of diversity is all around,
The world of books is a magical place, A place where anything can be, From the depths of the oceans, To the peaks of the tallest tree.
The rhythm of life beats on, In the beating of our hearts, A constant and steady pulse, As time ticks, the rhythm starts.
My heart beats for you, my love, With every breath that I take, You're the reason for my smile, The reason for my wake.
The leaves fall gently from the trees, As autumn takes its hold, The colors of the world transform, Into hues of red, yellow, and gold.
The sea, it sings a gentle song, A melody that's soft and low, The rhythmic tides ebb and flow, A symphony that never grows old.
From the moment we are born, Our journey of life begins, A path full of twists and turns, And challenges that test our strength within.
In a world of love, a shining star, A mother's heart, both near and far. Her gentle touch, a soothing breeze, Unconditional love that never sees.
By Ema 3 years ago in Poets
May I lay my head, on Your chest Lightly? On until the sun has set? Vulnerability, can pour into your hands.
By Keke 3 years ago in Poets
