Digital art by @xpilar" Write a short poem about the picture and you will be rewarded"

in hive-185836 •  2 days ago 

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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 😊

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  ·  2 days ago 

He llegado hasta el polo sur
en busca de tu amor.
Pero veo que no estás aquí, María.
¿En dónde andarás?
Si me dijeron que andabas en el fin del mundo.
Pero no importa.
Te seguiré buscando.
Volaré ahora hacia el polo norte
y te llevaré una rosa
y una taza de café.

  ·  2 days ago 

Even in the coldest weather,
There are still things to love,
Even in the harshest cold,
Amazing features still make our hearts wonder,
The colour of the snow makes me happy,
The calmness it brings is so encouraging,
The way it drops so gentle is lovely,
Nature has its own features,
Nature made it so.

  ·  2 days ago 

In the realm of white and blue,
Where snow-blanketed glacier undulate,
The sky above, a canvas of gold,
Reflects on the ice, a story told.

The wind whispers secrets of the north,
As the sun's soft touch turns ice to earth.
A world of silence, where time stands still,
In the embrace of winter's gentle thrill.

  ·  2 days ago 

Made by dunes and sands
Far away rusting away
Casted on truth, fashioned by men
Warriors once thread this path
Laying claims to its gold
Empire has wanted this
For its promises resources.
...
...

Just a war, a raging one
Dispute with no end
A blissful heaven turned red
A park became nuclear target
Children gone enmass
Adult wasted for nought
The dream and ambitions gone
So goes the past world
With no one to inhabit it again.
A testament of man's greed

There's a land of sand
Where comes the sands of time
Free flowing and in abundance
I'll steal a few grains
And fill my hour glass
But will it bring happiness to me?

Where's the land of love
Where I can grab a few flowers of love
Full my heart with them
And live a happy life

  ·  8 hours ago 

December is indeed frozen
the air from the north pierces the bones
only hoping it will soon pass
free from the increasingly entangled trap

however, the freezing cold of December
still leaves a clear blue sky.

The harsh north wind I still see a glimpse of the sun
at home still leaves the warmth of yesterday's pie
there is warm sap that will not freeze

gathering with relatives
making the cold outside a glue

the wind of December from the north
becomes a unifier of togetherness

I still see the blue sky
a sign of our closeness

I still see the smoking chimney
a sign that everyone is happy
laughing in the warmth of the family