Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
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.
The sky, a canvas of endless blue, A masterpiece painted with hues anew, A world above, where dreams take flight, And birds soar high, with all their might.
Raindrops, falling from the skies, A symphony of nature's lullabies, A rhythm of life, a soothing sound, That washes the earth and all around.
Oh, thunderous might, how you do roar, With flashes of lightning and torrents of pour, A symphony of sound and fury unleashed,
A butterfly's love is a thing of beauty, A symbol of grace and purity. Fluttering wings, colors so bright, A love that takes flight in the light.
By Lavanya3 years ago in Poets
I am fading in the nights of lonely let the sun shine make me together i am the sun for myself, mainly!!! feeling better however
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Privacy is a luxury that seems to disown all mamas. We can't even poop without toddlers having tantrums or teenager meltdowns and any other number of drama.
By Sabrina Bryant 3 years ago in Poets
