Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
My life is gold and old we study old I saw gold with a fresh colour golden I put on my hand and my hand shine. I feel that I am a gold a gold shine me and I feel like a gold.
By Queen shah4 months ago in Poets
A candle burns within the mind’s dim hall, Its fragile flame recalls a brighter day; Though shadows stretch, I still can see it all,
By Farhan4 months ago in Poets
Is it merely a notion or is it true - The ripple effect provokes waves in the ocean; What really spurs motion? Is it the combination
By Pōlani Monderen 4 months ago in Poets
Voiceover: Elegy for the Divided “I’ve been working. Editing. Stitching fragments into something that speaks. The clips jump on purpose. Because that’s how it feels right now.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
So I walked right in! But first I wandered the floor After trying all the side doors Only to discover the front was open!
By Ellen Stedfeld4 months ago in Poets
Ice 🧊 Freezing cold Hard snow ❄️🧊 Strong wind blowing Snow is falling Winter is here ❄️🧊❄️
By L.I.E4 months ago in Poets
Sultry smiting style Showcasing seductiveness Sensually sweet
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
Untethered in place No chance controlling the fall Brilliantly I leave
Nature be not proud Go relish your psycho tricks We fly, even dead
With no place to turn I need something that grounds me Thank you winter wind
Place of birth yeah was In London Wasn’t shook like London Dungeon Had no Issues never did Patterned up I had my lid Down the line I met this Duncan
By Haychie_Artist4 months ago in Poets
Eclectic fireworks Expose in dying colors Nature’s explosion
