Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Curious whiskers twitching, what secrets do they know? Alone in silent wonder, where do their thoughts go? Tender paws padding softly, like a velvet glove,
By Leeann3 years ago in Poets
Dear Past Mistakes, You linger in my mind like a stubborn stain A constant reminder of my moments of pain I wish I could undo what I have done
By Umut Çalışkan3 years ago in Poets
Love, a feeling that transcends all, It's a flame that never burns out, never falls, Like a rose, it's beautiful and thorny,
By cruddymoose3 years ago in Poets
We each decorate our inner worlds With the things that run through our minds Those sometimes random thoughts become The ornaments with which our treas of self-concept are decorated
By Karen LaRue3 years ago in Poets
Attendance mandatory for the day's event, Detainees watching over children, attentive and fervent. Kids would sit and listen to inmates' confides,
By Vanessa Ferguson3 years ago in Poets
INSTAGRAM What Is Vocal Media ? Vocal Media is an online publishing platform that allows writers to share their stories, articles, and other written content with a global audience. It was founded in 2016 and has since become a popular destination for writers of all levels and genres to showcase their work, connect with other writers and readers, and earn money through a system of tips and payments.
By Rijo Raj3 years ago in Poets
To forget is not just an act of the mind It's an art, a craft, a skill refined To let go of what we cannot find And move on, leaving memories behind
By Jacob Glory3 years ago in Poets
In every nook and corner of this world We seek out things that catch our eye Some choose jewelry, some choose pearls And some choose collectibles to buy
(1)"A Happy Day" by Unknown Today is a happy day, Filled with laughter, joy, and play. The sun is shining bright and strong,
By Maraash3 years ago in Poets
MEMORIES: these eight letters hold a whole universe of stars. They hold a whole ocean of water droplets. They are the flowers of the spring, the tune of birds.
By Rita Carvalho3 years ago in Poets
You walk with me via thick and skinny, In moments of pleasure, you're nonetheless here, A shadow that looms so close to.
By Ahmed khizer3 years ago in Poets
On My Day at the Moon, The stars have been my handiest company, A serene beauty that made me swoon, As I walked on the moon so lonely.
