Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Verse 1: The butterfly flies, From its cocoon set free, Nature’s grace applies. Verse 2: With each flutter of wings,
By karthik k3 years ago in Poets
Verse 1: With each step we take, A world of wonder awaits, Joy in every ache. Verse 2: In the thrill of the chase,
Verse 1: The laughter of children, a symphony sweet, Filling our hearts, with joy so complete. Innocent and pure, with dreams so bright,
Verse 1: The language of love is soft and warm, Whispered on lips, felt in the heart's storm. A symphony of emotions, pure and true,
Verse 1: The sun sets in the sky, A painting of gold and red, Nature’s magic, shy. Verse 2: With each fading ray,
"The mountains of life, a climb of self-discovery, A path of dreams, with endless possibility, With each peak, a story is forged,
Verse 1: The forest whispers, A secret of leaves and trees, Nature’s mystery, this. Verse 2: With each rustling sound,
Verse 1: Time flows like a stream, Ever moving, always on, A mystery supreme. Verse 2: With moments that pass by,
"The forest of life, a refuge of nature, A world of dreams, with endless adventure, With each tree, a story is told,
"The flames of passion, burn so bright, A fire within, that shines all night, With every spark, a dream comes alive,
"The endless sky, so vast and blue, A symbol of the spirit's true, Its boundless reach, a call to roam, An invitation to the heart to find a home"
Verse 1: Sadness descends, like a heavy cloak, Enshrouding our hearts, in an endless smoke. A pain that cuts, like a sharpened knife,
