Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A time capsule's hold, A moment in history, Preserved pure as gold.
By Sergio VanNess3 years ago in Poets
A keepsake of time, A treasure trove of moments, Preserved for our minds.
Memories and dreams, A time capsule's treasure trove, For us to redeem.
A time capsule's keep, History sealed away deep, Memories to reap.
The present moment, A glimpse of the future past, Preserved in capsule.
A capsule in time, Sealed away for a new day, Memories enshrined.
A time capsule's heart, A treasure trove of moments, For us to impart.
You Can't Judge a Book By it's cover But neither can You cover a judge With a book Unless the book Is a foldy-out one
By Riparian3 years ago in Poets
Buried in the ground, A time capsule's peaceful rest, Awaiting to be found.
Memories we keep, A time capsule's safe haven, The past does not sleep.
This was the year that was not the year I repaired the bathroom tap An emptied out the kitchen drawer Of a lifetime's worth of crap.
Bitterblue I thought you knew, my love was so very true, thought you would stay forever. Then you came back to me, our love was meant to be
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Poets
