art

Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Nothing
Nothing is not an easy thing to write, For it is the absence of all that's bright. It is a void, a space, a hollow sound,
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
The Whispers of Our Heart
Whispers of Our Hearts The whispers of our hearts, Like a symphony of pain, Echoing in the silence, A melody so insane. Our love story began, On a warm summer's day, When our eyes first met, In the most romantic way.
By Vivid Masonganyika3 years ago in Poets
The Secret Life of a Snare
In the twisted, winding alleys of a dark, mystical city, Lies the secret life of a snare, strange and gritty, Its metal wires and wooden frame, a portal to another dimension, A place where magic meets music, in a realm beyond comprehension.
By Vivid Masonganyika3 years ago in Poets
Echoes of the Neon Jungle
Echoes of the Neon Jungle In the heart of the neon jungle, Where the lights dance like a raging fire, I lost my heart to a love so beautiful, That even the stars in the sky would admire.
By Vivid Masonganyika3 years ago in Poets
Echoes in the Absence
In the quiet of the night, Echoes linger in the absence of sound, Whispers of what once was, And what might have been?
By Jazmin Fernandez3 years ago in Poets
Captivated by Love
In your eyes, I see the stars above, A thousand suns shining with love. In your voice, I hear the sweetest song, A melody that carries me along.
By Ghulam Mustafa3 years ago in Poets
Abracadabra
In the small village of Willowdale, the townspeople had always believed in magic. They told stories of witches and wizards, of potions and spells, and of course, of the powerful word that could make anything happen: abracadabra.
By wispo uganja3 years ago in Poets
Cocomelon
Cocomelon, Cocomelon, A world of fun and song. Come along and join us, And sing and dance along! With JJ, YoYo, and TomTom,
By Furqan3 years ago in Poets
Baggage Claim
Long Black Hair High Mind Two Finger Forehead Twin Brows Curious Cat Eyes Nose Ring Bling Ears Pink Plump Lips
By V Devi3 years ago in Poets
5 Senses of You
Looks like Priceless Art Smells like Summer Rain Sounds like Mac and Cheese Feels like the Beach Tastes like Mangoes
By V Devi3 years ago in Poets
"The Final Hours:
A room filled with chaos my own chaos. Here I sit in a chair waiting for my final hours ,and the pain is not receding I scream, I scream but no one seems to hear because it's inside me and it's killing me it's slowly killing me .someone come and break these chains.
By The page turner 3 years ago in Poets
Echoes of soul
I fall asleep slowly and slowly my eyes as they shut the tears as they fell the screams that I hear the tears are real in dream I see , I see a man glare but so exquisite that I ask myself is he real? the man comes near and says repent my dear.
By The page turner 3 years ago in Poets