Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Well I, I walked down town to the bow-tick store, just to see what I could buy, they had harlebusque, knives, quilts, grain, and more,
By H.L. Dowless Dowless7 years ago in Poets
I have so many dreams, it's hard to go to sleep cus I'm afraid they might come out and find me Like why haven't you made us real yet?
By Flor Bolanos7 years ago in Poets
Festivities bring joy in life, Holi is an auspicious occasion, There are myriad shades and tones in legends of Holi, A strong Belief,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
NEVER DARED... TIS OUR FINAL HOUR TWOULD SEEM.. ETERNAL TWILIGHT TWIXT KISSES NOT TO BE.. FINGERTIPS ALL TOO BRIEF IN THEIR CARESS
By Christopher Keown7 years ago in Poets
Living life is an Art, Everybody doesn't know it, Life is like a boulevard of dreams, In life events happen with course of time,
FADE IN: Schizophrenia walks It's like a screenplay One with no EXIT Stage left or right No synopsis to indulge the crowd
By Laura Lee7 years ago in Poets
During the day I work hard, No time to dream but to give constructive output, My shadow walks besides me, Sometimes distractions conquer my brain,
Days are gone when happiness was a priority, Days are gone when selfless service was a duty, Days are gone when love towards children was automatically expressed,
Bring back the yesterdays of tomorrow Sorrows that build up like happiness Fellows with drolls that are followed by meals of fortune
By Mohau Augstine Maimela7 years ago in Poets
I can hold a leaf to my cheek and feel my heart beat I'm still breathing— I am a mind stacked with chests of words never spoken
By DLC7 years ago in Poets
memory succors as synergist to prompt on what they had missed. relatives name me the "mist" because I enter and exit the place
By Blaise Terese7 years ago in Poets
True teamwork comes when , Members of team contribute positively towards a common goal, If members keep on finding each other's faults,
