art

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

Serene Symphony
Sweet scent surrounds, soft silence stills, Softly swaying, stillness spills, Sensual souls, singing songs, Serenity soars, silence prolongs.
By Paul3 years ago in Poets
Creative Adult
I enjoy watching Cartoons Eating pizza before noon Creating stories from home Recording on my phone New dances coming soon
By Jose Elias3 years ago in Poets
Drowning
Show a smile, for there is no need for frowning Presenting perception's, consider it clowning Don't tell them I cry Show the people a lie
By Dylan 3 years ago in Poets
Working Hard
Working hard or hardly working? Ain’t no mindless labor gonna get me a birken So I think as I go and go and go and go At the end I’m left with nothing to show
By J. K. Anderson3 years ago in Poets
Thrill
Thrill time. Thriving thrill takers take tasks tenaciously. Thankful thoughts thrive. Tall tasks trailblazing, through trials to tribulations. The totality together, tirelessly taken. Time to try, time to take tomorrow, today. Thrilling thrillers, tough to transform. Though, treasure the thrill. Tis time to take the thrill, triumphantly, trying to take the trophy to thrill.
By Birithivy Yogaratnam3 years ago in Poets
Knick Knack Paddy Whack
There once was a rapper named Ludacris Whose song "Get Back" you just can't miss With beats so tight And rhymes so bright
By Blake O'Connor3 years ago in Poets
Xyloid Xanadu
Xavier xylomances xeriscapes Xerothermic, xanthic xeriscapes Xenogeneic xyloids xenotransplant Xavier xanthates xeriscapes
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Poets
A limerick on the fly!
I say! Did you get the kite to fly? I really did try! I stopped to write a limerick- I think I need a trick, Perhaps some rhyming words to buy!
By VJHD3 years ago in Poets
The Tough Tautogram
The tiresome Tautogram, These tasks too tantalizing, Trying to triumph the test, The tension, tremors, tiredness though,
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets
Healing the Heart
Her hate had haunted his heart, He hated himself, Horrific, helpless, hopeless Happiness has healed her heart, His hurt has hidden
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets
42
In Adams' Guide to the sky, The answer we seek is not shy, It's forty-two, clear as day, The ultimate truth, they say, So don't forget, and never ask why.
By Elysia Dawn3 years ago in Poets
RANDOM POEM
Beneath the boughs of the birch trees, Benevolent breeze blows with ease, Blowing away the bustling bees, Bringing a sense of sweet release.
By RUBAN3 years ago in Poets