Only the Classics
The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.
Highborn Damnation
Spirit in bondage, of a nightworld so vain Forever lamenting amidst somber domain Archangels weep choirs as if heaven in flames, hath cast them as fallen with scorn and disdain
Kadesh VegaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsNothing to the Sands of Time
Time. None, it evades. Minutes... Weeks... Decades... Halt and desist, it doth not. Quite unrelenting in thought. Tis a commodity most sought,
Declan NieradkaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsFanged Seraph
I picture a flattened drake made of beaded gem yet nothing so spectacular what it must be like tongue heavy tipped black
Felecia BurgettPublished 6 years ago in Poets- Top Story - January 2018
Blossom
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
Denisse LizethPublished 6 years ago in Poets 625 Days
When the world doth fall will you remain? Fifteen thousand hours I spend waiting at rocky end; I wait and wait again Until at last you begin creating.
Spencer BarrettPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Roads of Hell
I've walked the roads of hell, often looking back, never doth thine own feet did tarry, even for rest when weary. Walking circles round at crossroads bound, until a choice had been found.
Kaloriinn MasonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHeartfelt Moments / January 2017
That candid moment when his eyes gaze upon her canvas. So pure and genuine. Her love captivates him. That candid moment when her eyes pierce his soul. So precious and guarded. His love captivates her.
Crown Nobl3Published 6 years ago in PoetsOvid's Movement From Mythology
Introduction Through great minds we receive great intellect, but furthermore, greater comprehension of cultural diversity throughout periodical works. We gain the ancient stories of the fulfillment of destinies and the divine interactions interconnecting gods and goddesses with mortal endeavors. We have the privilege to witness what history books do not have the time to divulge: raw evidence of an evolving people beyond invention, but reaching to a higher power, a religious upbringing of a culture constantly seeking the ultimate. While most works focus on the geographical religion of their time, Ovid writes an epic which breaks this model by diminishing the gods and moving towards the glorification of a Roman Empire standing on the foundation of its people, not the chaos of the gods.
Kayla StarrPublished 6 years ago in PoetsSonnet I
O’er the break of dawn hath thy clouds come, And cover skies with their eternal grey. O how the ancient rolls of white hath won;
Dream... My Soul
Dream, my soul parched of light, Say not unto me a frivolous plight, The silent night with cursed tongue, Slays my dreams with one thrust.
Heidi WilsonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWanderer's Soul
Look upon the very land we sit upon As it spins, it heaves in many ways The Wanderer wakes with the dawn Watching an inferno begin to blaze
Robert MontalbanoPublished 6 years ago in PoetsStruggle Not
Still winged soft my feather flock o' kin. Can damp wet wing so beat in equal force? Say Nay! and gently kiss your own chagrin
Spencer BarrettPublished 6 years ago in Poets