Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
*I would like to share you same moment of my wedding* When I walked into the reception hall I saw my husband-to-be standing at the front of the room with
By Aditya Gupta3 years ago in Poets
Batteries, small and unassuming, Yet powerful beyond our reckoning, They fuel our world and light our way, And keep us going day by day.
By Paulraj Manickam Ashari3 years ago in Poets
Lips , a gateway to mouth physically but unites two souls with a tender kiss express happiness with a subtle smile display disagreement with a pout
By Hemavathi Jambulingam3 years ago in Poets
Time is instilled Drip’s like water Life is a sip, lone quenched postmortem
By Jad Pinnone3 years ago in Poets
each moment a wound the last one being fatal, you won't recover.
By Casyandra Cole3 years ago in Poets
Time flows like a stream, Moments come and go like waves, An eternal dream.
By Justin Rhinehart3 years ago in Poets
Ticking is the clock. Dripping is the faucet—drops Your rickety jaw.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Poets
I had such high hopes That I'd rule the earth but now I'd rather go back
By liell3 years ago in Poets
Fleeting thoughts take form, Dancing on the page in verse, The moment, alive.
By M Dannenfelser3 years ago in Poets
I carried pieces of me, ships in a bottle, shattered when let go. * Buried in duty to helm this horrid day, home the only true course.
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Imperceptable Ubituitous, eternal Then the last grain falls.
By Michael Omelon3 years ago in Poets
Big Ben has seen the suns and storms of six monarchs- Their triumphs, tragedies; sleep.
By Tammy Castleman3 years ago in Poets
