Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Revolution spins life as the stylus catches grooves... timeless vinyl.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
In the vast expanse of the universe, Where galaxies swirl and stars disperse, There's a dance that's been ongoing for eons,
By thamee 163 years ago in Poets
Eternal bliss, oh forever happiness, A state of mind, that brings endless serenity, It's the perpetual joy, that we all seek,
By Ravishankar V K3 years ago in Poets
Epitome, oh embodiment of perfection, A symbol of excellence, that defies rejection, It's the pinnacle of achievement, the apex of success,
Mellifluous, oh sweetest of sounds, A melody so pure, it knows no bounds, It flows like honey, and sings like a bird,
Ubiquitous, oh ever-present force, A presence so strong, it sets the course, In every breath we take, and every step we make,
Panacea, oh healer of all, A remedy so pure, it answers every call, The elixir of life, so potent and true, A cure-all for everything, old and new.
Euphoria, oh wondrous delight, A feeling so pure, it's out of sight, The world aglow, in shades of gold, A feeling so warm, it never grows old.
Particles of light holding pictures of us, they scatter all through time
By Aoife’s stories 3 years ago in Poets
Serendipity, oh happy chance, The universe's sweet romance, A fateful meeting, a moment so rare, Two souls entwined, a bond to share.
Silent heart, so deep and true, Beating steadily, within me and you, Through joy and sorrow, it never strays, A constant rhythm, through all our days.
In the land of spices and masala, Where food is a way of life, There's a recipe so divine, It's called the Dhokla, a tasty delight.
