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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.

  • Alexander Candlin
    Published 3 years ago
    Just a Few Thoughts on Paper

    Just a Few Thoughts on Paper

    You see I am a bit of a poet. And I did not know it
  • Keilie Desirea
    Published 3 years ago
    Letter to Walt Whitman

    Letter to Walt Whitman

    My Dear Walt Whitman,
  • Zachary Davies
    Published 3 years ago
    Hope Was...

    Hope Was...

    Once day I sat with a crying kid at a train station, I read to him the story that Emily Dickinson made, about hope, trying to help this person;
  • Braden C
    Published 3 years ago
    I Am Loose, Spinning

    I Am Loose, Spinning

    First there was Excalibur
  • Kashyap Patel
    Published 3 years ago
    The Banshee

    The Banshee

    In the heart of dark green Irish moors,
  • Dragon Matthew Wood - Hillman
    Published 3 years ago
    Sun and Moon

    Sun and Moon

    Light and darkness in a constant battle over man kind, over the earth.
  • Nicholas Goodman
    Published 3 years ago
    Seduction

    Seduction

    Brought forward, the fruitful seduction leans itself onto me
  • Nova Maddon
    Published 3 years ago
    The Man That Dangled the Carrot

    The Man That Dangled the Carrot

    Once upon a time in a land far, far away
  • Teela
    Published 3 years ago
    My Name Was Caoimhe

    My Name Was Caoimhe

    Here is what I know: