Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
There once was a man quite absurd, Whose life was quite often absurd, He'd trip and he'd fall, And his friends would just bawl,
By Ravishankar V K3 years ago in Poets
Life can be quite the absurdity, Full of chaos and sheer diversity, From the joys to the pains, It's a rollercoaster of gains,
Stumbling and falling, But I rise with each new step, Falling forward, strong.
By MAKING REAL MONEY3 years ago in Poets
She's the one who steals my heart, A girl so lovely, it's hard to part. Her smile, her laugh, her gentle touch, Are the things that make me love her so much.
By new king3 years ago in Poets
Through thick and thin, and all that's in between, A girl's best friend, is forever to glean. A friend so true, it's hard to find,
Traveling is a journey of the soul, Where we embark on an adventure, to make us whole. We leave behind the comforts of home,
In a mess I digress. Self abused and confused. Dismal chance of romance. I indulge and divulge . pass on hate to relate.
By Michael_Angelo3 years ago in Poets
Soft fur, a gentle purr, A feline friend who is never a blur. Graceful and sleek, a sight to behold, A creature of beauty, with stories untold.
Tiny paws and wiggly tails, Soft brown eyes and endless trails, Puppy love, so pure and true, Brings happiness, just like they do.
With eyes so wide and tail so wagging, A puppy's love is never lacking. Full of joy and full of life, They bring happiness and end all strife.
Fear grips my heart, it clutches my soul, A weight that I cannot shake, that takes its toll. It paralyzes me, in a state of inaction,
In the dead of night, when the moon is high, And the world is shrouded in darkness and mystery, The witching hour arrives, and the veil between worlds,
