Digital art by @xpilar" Write a short poem about the picture and you will be rewarded"
I'm not good at putting my own words/writing on my "digital art",
so I'd appreciate it if you could write a little poem about
the picture here in the comment field and I will reward you 😊
Ends February 23, 2025
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Hidden beneath the caves,
I sought for a way out,
Everything around me looks the same,
My eyes shaky,
Terrified I would never find the way out,
I stumbled upon a tree,
Falling on its root close to the water,
I saw a light shine on the water,
Alas, a sign of light,
My journey continues.
Parece que la luz no ermite hallar una salida. Me encantó leerte.
Gracias.
یہ اک شجر کہ جس پہ نہ کانٹا نہ پھول ہے
سائے میں اس کے بیٹھ کے رونا فضول ہے
درخت کٹ گیا لیکن وہ رابطے ناصرؔ
تمام رات پرندے زمیں پہ بیٹھے رہے
I am a traveler in an unknown world,
A mysterious river of dreams burns in the darkness.
The magical rhythm of shadows floats in the air,
I am lost in the play of light and shadow for eternity.
Who knows the destination in that unfamiliar call?
Dark sky,
twisting shapes,
cold wind,
soft light.
beam
that illuminates
making nature bright
creating the illusion of beauty
that is impossible to ignore
radiance of beauty
that is so beautiful
as beautiful as moonlight
on a full moon night
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
I opened a volume of Edgar Poe,
The poems are very strange,
There is chaos of thought there like a flood,
But very interesting.
Why are you calling me at this hour?
I am lost in the cloak of pride.
You have neglected me,
I am far away.
Where no one can find me.
Un torbellino de miradas
me acecha
y me arrastra hasta ti
El pintor lo hizo de nuevo
Transformó el infinito
en imagen
y nos lanzó hasta el vacío
donde nada tiene una sola forma
Tú no eres quien dices ser
Ni yo soy la que tú crees.
For this much of my life,
the way I have been wanting you,
I will always want you,
but I will never let you go.