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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.

  • Rose Reade
    Published 3 years ago
    Paradise Lost

    Paradise Lost

    Paradise has not been lost, but found again,
  • Valentyna Holloway
    Published 3 years ago
    Stained Glass

    Stained Glass

    Brushes dipped
  • Anna Palmer
    Published 3 years ago
    I Shall Rescue Thee

    I Shall Rescue Thee

    Come away with me, and be mine,
  • Amanda Grimm
    Published 3 years ago
    Shutter

    Shutter

    Shutter, the music,
  • Steven Baldry
    Published 3 years ago
    Time

    Time

    "Time..."
  • Alex B
    Published 3 years ago
    Conversation with a Demon
  • Mindy Sleeper
    Published 3 years ago
    The Beauty of Nature

    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.
  • Starlight Wolfe
    Published 3 years ago
    Rebirth

    Rebirth

    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.
  • Shannan Cimino Stewart
    Published 3 years ago
    King's Honour

    King's Honour

    It was his birth right, what was rightfully his, it seems