Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Many years ago From the orient it came Through time came haiku
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Poets
It brings to you, Even if you lack an idea or clue, And guiding you towards it, And savor every step you take, indeed.
By Shafi mohamed Syed abdagir3 years ago in Poets
Looking at the world with yesterday’s eyes while the mirror advocates for the present. Bones engaged in idle chatter stating their case
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Poets
The Brain: Natures time capsule Designed by God, beautiful Recording time, always
By Diamond3 years ago in Poets
Memories: Time tense tends to switch, Future, past, and present collide in one mix.
THERE IS NO OTHER WAY TO BEGIN, I CANNOT COMPREHEND, SHE WAS DOWN TO EARTH, A MOTHER SISTER A FRIEND, A BEAUTIFUL CHILD AT BIRTH, HOW CAN THIS BE THE END? ONE MOMENT SHE WAS HERE, NOW SHE ENTERED HEAVEN, #justiceforcindy
By Miguel Ramirez3 years ago in Poets
In the woods where the trees grow tall, There's a fox she has known to all, Her fur shines bright, like a ruby red, And her call echoes through the woodland bed.
By Anyelin Mejia-Rosario3 years ago in Poets
The sun sets, painting the sky gold. Nature sleeps, in peaceful bliss untold.
By Anfas Mohammed3 years ago in Poets
In your eyes, I see my skies, My heart beats, For your sweet treats. * ❤️
Think about this; You have the ability to survive anything That is why, despite all the storms made of pain and loss, despite all the chaos
By Riparian3 years ago in Poets
My greatest moment of intimacy, was not the evening we took all our clothes off. But it was when you saw me at my most difficult state.
He's redecorating the White House in washed-out tones of white: Pale Shimmer, Frosted Dawn, Sour Milk and Clouded Light.
