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.
Shutter
Shutter, the music, The lilac and lavender Faith, come undone Like a viral scavenger The day is new Yet the sky is dark
Amanda WashburnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTime
"Time..." If I could pause or rewind... Beneath the vail of mystery find... The secret to the moment... Lost in time.
Steven BaldryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsConversation with a Demon
Demon, Demon In my ears screaming, I could hear you scheming, All my life. Demon, Demon In my dreams appearing, Is it fear you’re speaking
The Beauty of Nature
The beauty in this world shows through light; even in a lonely ocean surrounded by the darkness of night. The great strikes and flashes, we enjoy as the lightning whips and lashes. When the thunder rolls, lightning is soon to follow; then comes the rain and washes away all the sorrow. As the storm rolls on out of control, the lightning keeps the night lit, lest we get cast blindly to and fro.
Mindy SleeperPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRebirth
In the edges of darkness, a fire blazes. A masking color of orange consuming the skies. Black clouds blot out the moon and stars. It spreads farther and farther, collapsing wood and bushes, consuming all life. Time only causes more destruction.
Starlight WolfePublished 7 years ago in PoetsKing's Honour
It was his birth right, what was rightfully his, it seems His spot on the throne his father once sat upon It took more than a birth right to make him King though
Shannan Cimino StewartPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Rose for Mia Cara
How sad is it To love a rose that wilts before your eyes. But to love that rose till its demise Is all that one can hope for.
Wintersong
As I laid awake at night, I could feel how Dublin fell asleep. It was my first winter in the capital of the Emerald Island,
Laura JiménezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Pearls of Aphrodite
I. In the horizon I see the pearls nestled behind your pink silk lips. Your hair, Caramel fire burning on The Throne of Aphrodite.
Kourtney RisherPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPeople
I've been from there to here And from place to place The only thing I've learned Is that people are the same I've seen anger and hatred
Ben AttwoodPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBeyond Gibeon
It is all done now but for the mopping up and we now know our fates, which we hate, hate... disdainfully swept aside like so many crumbs from
A. F. LittPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOvid's Lament
I. Cupid holds me in her arms, Skin softer than the cloud she inhabits. Eyes most beautiful, I swear I was gazing at Neptune.
Kourtney RisherPublished 7 years ago in Poets