Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Sand slips through my toes, Lost moments buried below, Time's unyielding flow.
By Prince L3 years ago in Poets
To Make His Passwords Harder To Guess, Graham Would Name Them After His Pets ---------- His Cats, Password1 And Password2,
By Riparian3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of darkness, Where light can never reach, There lies a hidden world, With secrets beyond our reach.
By thamee 163 years ago in Poets
Maybe one day the stars will align and this poem will find its way to you. I’m choosing to write this at 3 a.m. When the veil is at its thinnest
So many baskets, Will I clean and dry in time? It's an all day chore.
By Halden Mile3 years ago in Poets
Inhale deeply, and let your senses ignite The fragrance of roses, or the smell of the night The aroma of the coffee, fresh in the air
By saravanakumar3 years ago in Poets
In the emerald city, care for others’s a pity… * Men with fabulous cars Drive through corpse piles. They gather alone
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
freedom is a cell in the bones we have buried - our failed history marrows’ innate liberty, not ours - Gods’ humanity
By CA3 years ago in Poets
The story of my life is walking alone on a road in the middle of the night not sure if I can make it home falling asleep before I get there
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Poets
Stuck on the toilet, My phone is now my new friend, Thanks, endless memes!
By John Bharathi J3 years ago in Poets
Proof of existence Without time, we don't exist Time is verity
By Makenna Bolton3 years ago in Poets
This poem is a celebration of the strength, resilience, and power of women. It is a reminder that no matter what obstacles we face, we have the ability to rise above them and achieve greatness. May it inspire you to embrace your own power and to lift up the women around you.
By Jay V3 years ago in Poets
