Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The memories of childhood days Of innocent and carefree ways, Now seem so far and out of reach, Like echoes from a distant beach.
By Surya3 years ago in Poets
It starts off simple And then the magic begins I am home again
By Holland Grace 3 years ago in Poets
"Chemtrails" in the sky with time the planes do fly cross-griding white lines
By Tiffany Joanne3 years ago in Poets
You Wanted Me To Be Your Brother You wanted me to be your brother To be a part of your extended family I believed you
By VISHNU G3 years ago in Poets
I'm afraid... I'm afraid you've taken the best part's of me, and dimmed my shine. I'm afraid to feel anything but the pain you have caused me.
By Phoenix May3 years ago in Poets
The body will die But the silver screen preserves Everlasting life
Inching to my end, Time slows as death draws closer; Each moment, precious.
By D'Shan Berry3 years ago in Poets
"Night-blooming flowers Release their fragrance, perfume Midnight's sweetest gift"
By Pratheep Kumar.K3 years ago in Poets
Crackle, silence, sound A familiar feeling I am transported
Fading colors gone Rainbow's memory lives on Beauty in our hearts
The rainbow is forgettable after its colors have faded.
In a world of souls and hollows, A hero rises to save us all, With a sword in hand and heart of gold, He'll fight till the end, never to fold.
By Ashu Bisht3 years ago in Poets
