art

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

Symphony of Nature
Amidst the trees and birds and bees, The rustling leaves and gentle breeze, The beauty of nature surrounds us all, In every season, in every fall.
By Arish Ali 3 years ago in Poets
Meta Even This Arrangement
My ego tries alone, mightily ending the attachments minds eagerly try at. Miss-managing every thoughtless assumption
By Robi3 years ago in Poets
MYSTERIOUS STORY
There was a small town located in the midst of rolling hills, where the only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. In this town lived a young woman named Clara, who had been born with a rare and mysterious gift. She had the ability to see the future, but only in her dreams. Clara's dreams were often vivid and prophetic, and they had always been a source of both fascination and fear for her.
By Prasanna S3 years ago in Poets
Alphabet Soup
Simon Silently Silenced Slithering Serpents Soliciting Sarcastic Sympathy. Simon Simultaneously Severed Sensory
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Poets
Flight of the Feathered Ones
Feathered creatures, so small and light Taking off in a graceful flight Their wings beat in perfect rhythm As they soar up to the heavens
By Arish Ali 3 years ago in Poets
Love
Love, luminous, lovely, love. Lavishly luxurious, loveably learned. Look, lovers. Love loves love. Love likens learners. Love likens luminance. Love loves liberation. Love leads, linked like larks. Love launches limitlessly. Luxuriously lenient. Love lives long, love longs like labyrinths. Love liberates lives. Love loves love.
By Birithivy Yogaratnam3 years ago in Poets
Bliss+content
Being in poverty and not bringing myself back out of it hurts like hell, I am tired of feeling pure sorrow for not owning the financial self-gratification that I need to own and do like a fucking mastermind. Yes, I feel like getting on some mastermind-type shit indeed. I will love every second starting now. Starting with $15 eventually will end up with $15,000.00 it will happen so quickly that I will need a money counter before I am done saving and hoarding my new money bag. I cannot wait to see 5 thousand in my damn wallet for real I am dead ass bruh. Poverty is on my last nerve and I am bout ready to squash poverty in its tracks for good. I am finished with poverty much sooner than others think but in secret. I am going to bless me very well and it will be all worth it and in secret and in truth.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
Digital Gold Rush
In the world of finance, there's a new trend, A digital gold rush that we can't pretend, Cryptocurrency, a currency that's decentralized, The future of money, a revolution that's crazed.
By Zenitsu3 years ago in Poets
Little Bird
A little bird with feathers bright, Sings its melody with all its might. Perched upon a tree so tall, It spreads its wings and takes a call.
By Zenitsu3 years ago in Poets
Cartographer
Where is the map? Writing is a confusing terrain. What do I say? Will someone please explain? We will help you, they say.
By J. Jay3 years ago in Poets
Jack the Ripper: The Terror of Old London Town
In the dark and dingy streets of old London town, A figure lurked, moving silently around, His face concealed, his blade at the ready,
By Arnav Dixit3 years ago in Poets
The Beauty Of Imperfection
The world is full of perfect things, Of perfect forms and flawless wings, But in my heart, I hold a love, For things that are less than above.
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets