Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
No more ghosts haunt the night, With each step, I leave behind No more echoes that forever last, No more memories that hold us tight.
By Anyelin Mejia-Rosario3 years ago in Poets
They were two old friends, Molly and the moon, Walking through the meadow, When the day was just a blur. Molly was singing,
A canvas, a masterpiece divine, Where shades blend in a palette so fine, A breathtaking view where the sky meets the land,
The snow falls gently to the ground, A peaceful silence all around. But in my heart, there's an ache, A yearning for the love we used to make.
The lady with the curious mind Wanders lost, searching for a sign Of the brilliance she left behind ≈≈≈ Her memories, like threads, unravel
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
Faces, how to describe. Round, oval, square in shape. Some would even further describe as smooth or wrinkled, pale or tanned.
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
Harry, Harold and Hannah hurries home hastily. Harry heard Hannah harping on heroes. Hannah heard Harry hearing Harold hesitating halfway home.
Edward, Eddie, and Edie eats edible eggs everyday. Edward and Edie edits educational editions early everyday. Edie gets excited even when everything explodes.
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By Daris Rehman3 years ago in Poets
I am as tiny as a mustard seed In your hand Your gaze always on me Reading my heart Remembering what you wrote on it
By Alexandre Dalpé3 years ago in Poets
Where does time go? Living life to a standstill Realizing you
By Deasun T. Smyth3 years ago in Poets
