Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Artificial mind, Partner in life and work, but Never human touch.
By MAKING REAL MONEY3 years ago in Poets
Miraculous! mischievous Magic. Majestic, marvelous Maiden must move more mindfulness. Magnificent! More motivation! Much more miracle!
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Poets
Sam signaled something subtle Sweetly singing song Soothing stressful skins Steamy, sexy, strong Sam signaled something subtle
By Ali Love3 years ago in Poets
Autumn leaves fall, fluttering down, A kaleidoscope of hues around. Golden, red, and orange display, With winds whistling through the day.
By Matheesha Fernando3 years ago in Poets
Lot of colorful birds… Lot’s of birds… Say it now! A lot of varieties are living here, dear. Two desire-less doves.
By Suresh Natarajan3 years ago in Poets
The sweet talker! The flowering creeper! You have left me speechless. The moon! The parrot! You torture me as you like.
Immersed in introspection, I invoke inner idiosyncrasies, Irrationally inviting intrusion. Interloping, imagination incites insights.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
People: Playing, prattling, presuming power, Perhaps possessed problematically… Pristine Parisians, pulchritudinous, pretty,
By Oscar Richard3 years ago in Poets
Within the pages of a book, Lies a world that we can overlook. Words that whisper, stories that sing, A voice that can make our spirits take wing.
By Sanjeev3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of the night, A cloak of darkness descends. Shadows dance in the moonlight, A world without end. The darkness can be scary,
In the vast expanse of human mind, A universe of thought you'll find. A sea of ideas, both great and small, The power of thought, beyond recall.
Twinkling stars, so bright and clear, A symphony in the sky we hear, A canvas painted with cosmic light, A spectacle that fills our sight.
