Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Music is like the rhythm, of the beating heart A melody that flows, right from the start It touches the soul, and moves the mind
By saravanakumar3 years ago in Poets
Up in heaven, where the skies are blue There's a place, where dogs run free and true In the fields of gold, where the sun always shines
In the stillness of the soul, there's a silence so profound A place where peace reigns and worries are unbound A refuge from the chaos, a sanctuary so rare
A pillow of tears is where I lay my head In the quiet of the night, as I try to forget The pain of the day, and the struggles I've faced
Like a pendulum, swaying back and forth My emotions, go to and from One moment, I'm high, with joy and glee The next, I'm low, with doubt and misery
In the shadows, where the light fades away I find myself, lost in a world of grey The darkness, creeps, in like a thief in the night
Love is like the sun, shining bright and warm Illuminating all, with its golden charm A beacon of hope, a guiding light
In the land of the stars, Where the moon is the guide, There lived a young dreamer, With big dreams by his side.
By Hunter Jeeva3 years ago in Poets
The trees stand tall, reaching for the sky Their branches reaching, their leaves rustling by And yet, amidst their beauty, something shines
I am the voice in the silence of the night a symphony in the stillness, taking flight I am the words that pour from the heart
One in a million is a supernova with glistening colours of thread a celestial crescendo darkened by a night sky of perpetual stars
By VJHD3 years ago in Poets
A Chef so skilled, a culinary artist, Bringing flavors to life, with each dish enlivened. In the kitchen, his domain, with a deft hand he moves,
By Shamry Mohammed3 years ago in Poets
