Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Amidst the chaos and the noise, I find solace in the little joys. The sun shining bright up in the sky, Birds chirping their happy lullaby.
By thamee 163 years ago in Poets
For My Past and Future Worries Greatness is a lot like falling asleep: you must pretend to be before
By Johnathan Riley3 years ago in Poets
Words.Vlogs.Art.Post.Rage. All Human means to be seen. Helps explain the times.
By Isaac Haldeman 3 years ago in Poets
time is illusion the sun stops and swings over head, over the edge.
By Ángel Sierra3 years ago in Poets
Rise up, my friend, and seize the day, For life is short, don't let it slip away. You have the power to make a change,
Time, the elusive concept we chase, A fleeting moment that we cannot replace. It marches on without a care, Leaving us to wonder where
You say i am always coming out With non sequiturs But then What do you know When you've never even watched Game of thrones
By Riparian3 years ago in Poets
The grammar police got him Split his infinitive open Removed his colon And left him lying commatose The next day he was pronouned dead
There, among the stars Which held him in thrall The most unbelievable Sight of them all ---- The planet earth, As it turned on it's axis
Just when She thought It could get no worse She saw him Put milk In her tea-cup first
Memories captured, Hidden away in a box, Awaiting the future.
By Nims3 years ago in Poets
time heals all wounds as pen scratches paper so that scars become stories
By Cali Loria3 years ago in Poets
