Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Etch and garnish the ether with the songs and tales of the once-lived past
By Aoife’s stories 3 years ago in Poets
Gimme a rhyme for time for selling your soul for a sorry old dime. • • • SONG BELOW - 'CLOCKS' BY COLDPLAY.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Poets
My father was a Lightning strike, electric love, Now, he’s fading sparks.
By Darryl Foto3 years ago in Poets
Grandma’s a stubborn Village drum, softly fading, With time and distance.
It was time to game Pushing the controls faster The arcade was fun
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
The clock did tick tock The calendar slowly turned The years swept on by
By Instincts3 years ago in Poets
Little by little Each moment is a riddle Yet it measures all
Ozymandias In stone, gave his voice to sand. “Despair” whispers time.
By Steve Hanson3 years ago in Poets
Breath anchor to earth Release the knowing of when Ending to endless
By Alessandra Felice3 years ago in Poets
A seed is planted Blooming growing with patience In darkness to light
We think linear All moments collapse to one Healing beyond it
Windows to the heart, Reflecting on all that we hide and impart, Our fears and hopes, our joy and pain. Laid bare in their shimmering frame,
By Anyelin Mejia-Rosario3 years ago in Poets
