Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Whispering winds weave wondrously, Where waves waltz with wild sea. Wistful wishes wander free, While woods whisper with mystery.
By Mutahir Ahsan3 years ago in Poets
As I close my eyes and take a deep breath in, I'm transported to a world that was once within, A world of memories that flood my mind,
By kamran Iqbal3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of his mind, a young boy hides Beneath the surface of his smile, a broken heart resides his eyes, once bright with laughter and delight Now reflect a gloomy, melancholic sight
Like the sand on the shore Memories come and go Some fade away with time While others refuse to let go Each fragment holds a piece
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
The colors of silence are all around us, In the stillness of the night and the calmness of dawn. They are the shades that decorate our souls,
In the darkness of the summer night, When stars twinkle and moon shines bright, A magic dance begins to ignite, As fireflies come out to play and delight.
By Carol3 years ago in Poets
Oh, flickering flames that dance and sway, Your gentle light illuminates my way, A warm embrace that soothes my soul, And eases the pain that takes its toll.
By Sanjeev3 years ago in Poets
Oh, my beloved mother, How I cherish you so, With every passing moment, My love for you does grow. You've been there from the start, Nurturing me with care, Always with open arms, To comfort and repair.
Alluring April, amazing and alive Astonishing azure skies above Aroma of apple blossoms arrive Ablaze with colors, nature's love
By Suhayb Azeem3 years ago in Poets
Each day comes and goes with its own trouble. Each day fails to revive me, cursing me double. Men and woman alike are stuck in its path.
By J. K. Anderson3 years ago in Poets
overnight snowfall casts gaea into stark contrast by dawn snow, like the moon, reflects sun's cloud-softened rays snow, like the moon, transmutes solar warmth into cold stillness
By carissa falcone3 years ago in Poets
I always assumed I was the rising sun & when he told me I was a solar warrior, defender of light, I believed him... until the sun set on that aureate age.
