Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
A box of the past, Holds memories of long gone, Preserved to last.
By Sergio VanNess3 years ago in Poets
As the night draws near, And the stars appear, It's time to lay down your head, And snuggle up in your bed. Close your eyes and breathe deep,
By Abdul Azeez3 years ago in Poets
As night draws near and stars twinkle above, It's time to rest your head and fill your dreams with love. Lay down your weary head upon your pillow,
We can’t help but bind Through time we gain, waste, and pray What cash can’t catch
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Poets
Silent and still, the night engulfs A moonbeam melody, its magic unfolds Whispers of love, in the rustling leaves And the symphony of dreams, it weaves
By thamee 163 years ago in Poets
Aged by the sun Egyptian rule enslave me One with the desert
By Len Lei3 years ago in Poets
Cast down from shadow Whispers bent further down wind Casts that rise again
By Schmalz3 years ago in Poets
I hope heaven is a diner dessert case with time behind the glass
By Ava Mack3 years ago in Poets
I dreamt of an empty beach Of sitting on the sand, where the sunlight barely reach With you next to me, well, all around me
By YonathanJ3 years ago in Poets
Visiting other coast My ancestors were never here No chains to land - free.
By Nichelle Calhoun3 years ago in Poets
This story happened a long time ago. This story happened before day and night even existed. This story happened when the moon was still wandering the universe, not bound to anything.
By Kristofer A. Portman3 years ago in Poets
"Being alone in life can be a lonely , but it also provides a unique experience about Life and Journey."
By musthaffa3 years ago in Poets
