Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Hope is the guiding star in the night, The light that keeps our dreams in sight. It's the courage to face the unknown,
By Mutahir Ahsan3 years ago in Poets
Friendship is a timeless treasure, A bond that nothing can measure. It's the laughter that echoes in the air, And the memories that we love to share.
In the heart of a machine, Lies a heart of steel and steam. It ticks and tocks in measured beats, A symphony of clicks and squeaks.
By sri kanth3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of my mind, Where thoughts and dreams entwine, I wander through a world unknown, A place where all is yet to be shown.
By Overnight night3 years ago in Poets
Friendship, oh sweet friendship, A bond that never ends, A connection that remains steadfast, Through life's twists and bends.
By Tamseela Farooq3 years ago in Poets
From off the runway. Soaring off into the clouds. Towards the setting sun.
By Halden Mile3 years ago in Poets
Unfolding into A metallic asana Target, fire, kill
By Jonathan Lawrence3 years ago in Poets
In the chambers of my heart, Echoes of memories play their part, Whispers of love, and moments of pain, Reverberate, again and again.
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Life is a journey, a winding path, With twists and turns, and moments that last, It starts with a cry, and ends with a sigh,
A book is not just words on a page, It's a door to another age, A journey to a distant land, A place where you can understand.
By Raj’s Vocal3 years ago in Poets
Fragile flakes of frozen white, Falling gently through the night. Frosty air, so crisp and clear, Frozen wonderland, oh so near.
Silent shadows shimmer and shift, Sensual sensations start to lift. Surreal scenes in shades of blue, Serenity seeping through.
