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Only the Classics

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.

  • Crown Nobl3
    Published 3 years ago
    Heartfelt Moments / January 2017

    Heartfelt 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.
  • Kayla Starr
    Published 3 years ago
    Ovid's Movement From Mythology

    Ovid'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.
  • Amariah Torres
    Published 3 years ago
    We Art Not Frighted

    We Art Not Frighted

    We art not frighted from the bloodied field; Hearts becoming of a kingly knight's shield. We art not thy's intricate game thee wields,
  • Amariah Torres
    Published 3 years ago
    Silent Words

    Silent Words

    This wind billows like the silent words thou hath spoken, Piercing through the depths of my very own soul— Wherefore dost thou keep my heart in toll?
  • Eyn Ione
    Published 3 years ago
    Sonnet I

    Sonnet 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;
  • Heidi Wilson
    Published 3 years ago
    Dream... My Soul

    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.
  • Robert Montalbano
    Published 3 years ago
    Wanderer's Soul

    Wanderer'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
  • Spencer Barrett
    Published 3 years ago
    Struggle Not

    Struggle 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
  • Louis Nicholas
    Published 3 years ago
    T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land"

    T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land"

    "The Waste Land" is a wrathful attack on modern civilisation, stretching not only to the horror of the Great War but attacking the society that bore it. In his sobering evocations of ancient myths and Shakespearean lines, T.S. Eliot contrasts contemporary society with the past, atheism with belief; thus bringing about the breakdown and dysfunction of the society of "Wasteland."