Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
When I dream You are forever young Even though reality insists You are gone Still you live forever Within my heart
By Len Sherman3 days ago in Poets
Death exists as a conduit for existence. Life can only occur once light exceeds distance. Beyond the veil, our sight is nonexistent.
By Kale Sinclair3 days ago in Poets
Night or Day (homage to cantico espiritual…“Noche Oscura del Alma” by Fray Juan de la Cruz What do you seek, what ask, my poor soul, glory? Shrink not to less, hide!
By Diana3 days ago in Poets
a leap taken diving right into it mixed up in the middle falling through soft mist simmering on the edge of hard-boiled and devilish
By ⸘jason alan‽3 days ago in Poets
If I wake at 6:00 am, will I need to be on the farm! The places that no person would ever dear to - love is an illusion...
By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets
***** Intro: I would give "anything" to change.............. Please just look me, in my face!! Tell me, everything will be okay - just tell me!!
My first kiss - it was nothing, a piece of rock, that sorta looks like a FROG! My first encounter with, let's say, the "genitals" - it was like an episode of Star Trek, and "SPROCK", has no home, who had perhaps felt like some cockroaches, I don't know!
Hinduism has many gods, and Krishna is a major one. Let me share a slice from his immortal saga. Krishna grew up in Gokul,
By Seema Patel4 days ago in Poets
Looking to the sky, on a starry night. Counting the stars, and search for answers. About the soul and this tale. Some of us know the meaning of the Matrix,
By Lucripa4 days ago in Poets
Light revelation, dimensional time spacing, beam spin revolution...
By Diana4 days ago in Poets
History is all around Waiting to be found These buildings might be old But they are grand and bold They are waiting here for you
By Domi4 days ago in Poets
compressed in zip file life scene sequences overflow print screens scrapbooks Book .
