Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Dear Life take me back to the old days Where life passed like boats on the bays Nothing really mattered and it was all good
By J. K. Anderson3 years ago in Poets
My dearest people in Heaven, How I long to see you again, To hear your laughter, a joyful symphony, To be able to hold your hand one more time.
By Fiza Taj 3 years ago in Poets
Oh, let me tell you 'bout AI, It's a funny little thing, oh my! It can learn and it can think, But sometimes it's just on the brink.
By Haryor show3 years ago in Poets
Madness, oh madness, my constant friend, You take my hand and lead me to the end. Through halls of darkness, we roam together,
By Dhinesh kumar.P3 years ago in Poets
Disappointment struck me like a bolt of lightning, As I stood there with my new glasses, squinting, Unsure of what to make of this new change,
By Leeann3 years ago in Poets
Dear World, I'm still here, still walking your surface with clumsy feet. Still the person I was always supposed to be. Still as stubborn as the day I took my first breath.
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Poets
Oh, the city of love, Paris fair, With its grandeur and charm, beyond compare. A place where dreams come true each day,
By Antonella Rustica3 years ago in Poets
smoke-stack girl floating just beyond reach - when i said i like chocolate delicacies i meant mouthfuls of milo and strawberries on spoons
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets
Art is a language that speaks to the soul, A canvas that captures the heart's deepest hole. With a stroke of a brush or a line on a page, An artist can convey emotions beyond any age.
By Tamseela Farooq3 years ago in Poets
We were two ships that passed each other by, On the vast and endless sea, Our destinies diverging, In a momentary harmony.
By Ema 3 years ago in Poets
In the beginning, there was only Light and Dark, heat and cold, everything, and nothing. Opposites in every way, a paradox formed between them. One could not exist without the other, but neither could exist in the other’s presence.
By Dominic Casey-Lee3 years ago in Poets
Lost in Time A time traveler I was, Adventuring through the ages, My machine brought me far and wide, To pages in history's pages.
