Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
SEVEN: They laid under the bright sun as the flowers Bloomed around them and the grass lightly tickled their feet. They softly took in the image around them. She was in
By who? -7 years ago in Poets
FOUR: Hope, a word full of emotion. Often we can be disappointed, When we feel hopeful or the desire that the expectation
ONE: She was beautiful. Her eyes told a story which could never be spoken. Looks could not be described for such beauty,
Faces everywhere Floating in the air Trying not to stay away From this blurry day Catching all theses fearless moves
By Ruvi7 years ago in Poets
I think I may have seen heaven as I looked in to the skies .... The sunlight’s dance is so elegant as the clouds are passing by.
By Talie Louise7 years ago in Poets
and I got drunk by myself on a Saturday night watching people and I sang to myself on a Saturday night and suddenly that Saturday was over
By Cecilia + her tilted moons7 years ago in Poets
Thinking of you darling Rose, Your lively fragrance that fills hearts with freshness, You bring souls closer, You bring new friendships,
By Shweta 7 years ago in Poets
She was a maiden of good honour but never amused Always stayed in her doomed manor with nothing to do -Lulli lullay-
that night, I drew colors so vibrantly dull and all the shades of gray did not even begin to explain the complexities it meant.
By G W7 years ago in Poets
Let this be a conversation These words a vaccination away from the pains that may sting at first... But Beloved, it is my hope
By Justin Ray7 years ago in Poets
So many things to say But no voice to say it So many thoughts running through my head But no one to hear it New ideas tossed into old views
By Gabriela Coelho7 years ago in Poets
I fall in love with lyrics easier than I do with people Everything I've ever wanted lives inside of a song I can pour out my soul as I sing a song but I can't give that much depth to a person
By Bianca Beauford7 years ago in Poets
