Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Dear audience, gather 'round, For a tale of bull and bear abound, Of crypto runs that twist and turn, A rollercoaster we must learn.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
My dear feline friend, how do you do? I write to you to share a tale that's true About a dog who loved to play But met a cat who had her own way
'Nature is perfect' she said Hands stained with formaldehyde And drug store perfume A starling is stretched and divvied up
By G3 years ago in Poets
We're going on a bear hunt, We're gonna catch a big one, We're not scared, What a beautiful day, We're not scared.
By Kateryna Kovalchuk3 years ago in Poets
Oh, sweet banana, so yellow and bright In my heart, you bring such delight Your curves and contours, so soft and smooth Are a wonder to behold and soothe
By Olasupo Tofunmi3 years ago in Poets
Lovely, oh how sweet A feeling that makes our hearts skip a beat A gentle breeze, a soft embrace A smile that lights up your face
By Cassandra Bruchez3 years ago in Poets
Lovely morning, oh how sweet, The world awakens at my feet, The sun rises up in the sky, And birds take flight, they soar up high.
By Alicia Mulvey3 years ago in Poets
Once upon a time, in the vast and endless sky, A brilliant object shone with a stunning light, Its presence felt by every creature on earth, For it was the moon, a celestial sight of great worth.
By ENIGMO3 years ago in Poets
— This is my soul kitchen. Here I feel the chills and the mission, that from the southern opposition of the mountain premonition. Here I burst my superstition while cooking, talking, and creative coalition creates such a blast in my soul kitchen.
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
I look back, And know that was when I began to break Or perhaps continued The hairline fracture growing Word by word and second by second
By A poem to you3 years ago in Poets
I'm quite short, You might have noticed, great height was not something with which I was blessed, In the mixing pot of nature, nurture, genetics and DNA.
By Hannah Kawira Hartwell3 years ago in Poets
Starting from the end may lead to something true. At least, that's what Leo believed. He had always been a bit of an outsider, a quiet observer who preferred to watch from the sidelines rather than jump into the fray. It was this introspective nature that had led him down a path of discovery, one that had taken him on a journey of self-reflection and understanding.
By Ema 3 years ago in Poets
