Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
In a world that often seeks conformity, The beauty of singularity shines bright, For it's in our uniqueness that we see,
By Ravishankar V K3 years ago in Poets
In a world that's ever-changing, Integration becomes a must, For it's in diversity we're ranging, And our differences are a must.
Months, days, years of pain Is constant within constance Syzygy, healing
By Erin Lester3 years ago in Poets
Clockface hours vanish Paused, shimmering. Slow reveal Counts pain in seconds.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Poets
Time Our thoughts skate on time A frozen river resting On strong, dark current Karen Hart
By Karen Hart3 years ago in Poets
There is a deep sense of wholeness, That permeates my very being, A completeness that overflows with fullness, And fills me with a sense of meaning.
In the vast expanse of the universe, A symphony of sound echoes through the void, A harmony of the spheres, a cosmic verse,
In a world of infinite diversity, We find unity in our humanity, For we are bound by a common destiny, And a shared sense of community.
In the stillness of my being, I find a connection deep and true, A oneness with all that surrounds me, A unity with the universe and you.
just as seasons pass and the moon has its phases callous time shall too
By Aislinn Rose3 years ago in Poets
I never have it Time, I’m always fighting it My true nemesis
By Adonis Richards3 years ago in Poets
In the still of night, a mystical sight A silver glow, so pure and bright The moon beams down, with gentle might And bathes the world in a peaceful light
By Thalir P3 years ago in Poets
