Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Watch the climate change we focus on hyper speed Daylight savings time.
By {L.B.}3 years ago in Poets
Is there one day in your life you remember most of all? The most memorable time happy you did it because it being the most
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
I immersed myself inside a cell of shindigs and bright whimsical color Of something more true than I could ever hope for,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
In a world of code and commands, There lies a language that expands, With Java, the possibilities are vast, A programming language that's built to last.
By Sathya prabha3 years ago in Poets
“His cape told it all, His shield matched it too, His spear drove its edge, Not in all men, but a few. The Turks are our enemies,
By Calvin EL3 years ago in Poets
Under the proscenium arch, The people began to play, A persona they have taken, As their life skits away. ... A Holy Ghost blows on stage,
I bow in shame before you, Master, May you take this pain away. ... I take aim at the bowl of laughter, The fruits of Spirits hiding place.
Wasteful minutes pass, Sands flow, it waits for no one, A matter of time.
if only you could know: how they laugh - still - at your jokes. still cry. read. play.
By Dane BH3 years ago in Poets
The nineties were cool Some people said 'eat my shorts' They liked to skateboard
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
The ninteen eighties The decade was thriving well Stranger things exist
He is father time Here only to leave presents Leaves the past instead
By Bryndan Graham3 years ago in Poets
