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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.

  • Teela
    Published 2 years ago
    My Name Was Caoimhe

    My Name Was Caoimhe

    Here is what I know:
  • Wyatt Manlove
    Published 2 years ago
    Within the Gardens of Hell

    Within the Gardens of Hell

    I have laid awake beneath the weight
  • A. R. Ambrosi
    Published 2 years ago
    Wild Woman

    Wild Woman

    She is a wild woman
  • Pip O'Neill
    Published 2 years ago
    St. Stephen

    St. Stephen

    You find me inconsolable
  • Daniel Cole
    Published 2 years ago
    Cry of the Abyss

    Cry of the Abyss

    Heard a cry from the abyss
  • Fred Hermes
    Published 2 years ago
    Lost Spring Home

    Lost Spring Home

    Pebble dash walls, lined with cold black gutters.
  • Jose Gabriel
    Published 2 years ago
    The Exotic Artist

    The Exotic Artist

    Theatricality formed through millennial evolution which is excessive as it is easily donned.
  • Blake Theau Thor
    Published 2 years ago
    Battlefield Awakening
  • Messiah Brown
    Published 2 years ago
    Rose

    Rose

    Leave it be, so others could admire its beauty.