Prose
Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsI Think I Could
i think I could love you And the way you hold your hands when you kiss me How you smile when you catch me watching you I think I could
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsTwin Troughs Suez and Panama Canals
Twin Box: Suez and Panama Channels The sun cast a brilliant tint over the immense territory of water as it rose, welcoming the two fantastic accomplishments of human design: the Suez Channel and the Panama Trench. However isolated by huge numbers of miles and various scenes, these two waterways shared a typical bond, for they were the help of worldwide exchange, twin boxes interfacing far off seas.
Rony SutradarPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsPandora
Pandora, What words describe your beauty? Though your body is made of earthly clay, Aphrodite must have shed one of her pearls
Sofia Loren PerezPublished a day ago in PoetsSlipping
I'm slipping. The world starts crumbling and everything seems to blur. My eyes don't go exactly where I want them to. My mind won't focus. The images in my head are blurred and faded, I want them to stop shaking.
"SOULS REINCARNATE"
SOULS REINCARNATE LOVERS LOVE WHILE HATERS HATE THIS IS A PROSE WRITTEN NOT TO EXPOSE ANY ONE PERSON OR PEOPLES BUT TO LOOK AT LIGHT AND MAGIC. I READ STORIES, WATCHED MOVIES, WATCHED THE NEWS 2024. I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT THE DEGREE OF HATERS AND LIARS OF EX FRIENDS, EX LOVERS, AND JUST EVERYDAY PEOPLE AS WELL AS LEADERS OF OUR WORLD AND THE UNDERWORLD OF SCAMMERS AND THEIVES. THIS STORY IS MEANT TO LOOK AT HUMANITY AND OUR SOCIALOGICAL WELFARE OF OUR WORLDS THAT WE LIVE IN ON EARTH.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 2 days ago in PoetsLessons from the trees
And suddenly, It didn’t hurt so much anymore Train of thoughts on a paper, Moving so quickly, my pen caught fire
SouluminosityPublished 2 days ago in PoetsReflection in the Window
"How far do you want to go with this?" "Not yet, don't say anything yet." "I don't think it works for somebody else...I mean, Gary and Celeste...what do they know about anything?..."
Lars KnutsonPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWhat Makes a Mother?
Brown woman, white children Many will say that is not her cub, But a mother is more than biological birth; It is the nurturing nature of a Woman.
Sofia Loren PerezPublished 3 days ago in PoetsBillie Jo
Billie Jo Likes to frolic really slow Through the garden Tiptoeing on toes of ten So that she doesn’t crush the flowers
Mother CombsPublished 3 days ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished 4 days ago in PoetsLife
Human life is like four seasons. The arrival of summer will fade away the glitz of spring and the loneliness of autumn, leaving behind a beautiful mood as clear as the sky.
Brian WongPublished 4 days ago in Poets