Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
That gal over there is named Karma, and don't be alarmed cause she knows how to charm ya, cause if you do wrong, she will play a sad song,
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Poets
This friendship had just got started, then you dropped me, and left me broken hearted, you've disappeared, but will never be forgotten,
Tired and restless Worried and careless Working and procrastinating Overthinking and no thoughts Happy and sad Moody and emotionless
By L.I.E3 years ago in Poets
Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery! Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery! Life can be quite absurd, you see
By Arivu3 years ago in Poets
Believe, Everything is Possible! When doors are shut, a window still remains open, Believe, Everything is Possible! Remember, even on rocky mountains, a small way is still constructed
By Payal Motla3 years ago in Poets
When love and friendship intertwine, A sacred dance begins to shine, Two hearts beat as one in time, And souls align in sweetest rhyme.
By Sanjeev3 years ago in Poets
she promises to follow her like a flock of wild arrows. for the first time, they'll see the sky unfold from darkness, milky-way of glitter.
By Stevi-Lee Alver3 years ago in Poets
Racing down the empty road Realizing I am now alone Static fills my ears and fogs my mind The path now seems unbearable
By J. K. Anderson3 years ago in Poets
Drugs and wealth and sex and power Rising the ranks looking only to devour Steady raising all of the stakes Not thinking to pump the breaks
The path is beaten down and lonely. As I tread through the dark passage. Life opens the skies. Light shines in. The journey is not yet over.
Be yourself, be happy, be true Show everyone that's really you Make every moment count, for it does Soon you'll be better all because
I once met this nun at a zoo. Who taught me the ways of kung-fu. Her bosses were angry. They found out she blamed me. I felt like my heart ripped in two.
By Corey Turner3 years ago in Poets
