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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.

  • Messiah Brown
    Published 3 years ago
    Rose

    Rose

    Leave it be, so others could admire its beauty. It's very tempting to pick, but once you have it in your possession, it'll wither away from admirable oppression.
  • Rose Reade
    Published 3 years ago
    Viola

    Viola

    Orsino: For women are as roses, whose fair flower Being one displayed, doth fall that very hour. Viola: And so they are: alas, that they are so;
  • Rose Reade
    Published 3 years ago
    Paradise Lost

    Paradise Lost

    Paradise has not been lost, but found again, In time, in every sleeping second, Weathered by the grinding of sin’s teeth
  • Valentyna Holloway
    Published 3 years ago
    Stained Glass

    Stained Glass

    Brushes dipped in a soul of colours a cornucopia of shaded swirls grace the canvas — the light reflects — Glistening beams of the moon
  • Anna Palmer
    Published 3 years ago
    I Shall Rescue Thee

    I Shall Rescue Thee

    Come away with me, and be mine, And I shall show you the wonders of my world We have all this life forever a time, Let me lift you into the sky with my wings unfurled
  • Amanda Grimm
    Published 3 years ago
    Shutter

    Shutter

    Shutter, the music, The lilac and lavender Faith, come undone Like a viral scavenger The day is new Yet the sky is dark
  • Steven Baldry
    Published 3 years ago
    Time

    Time

    "Time..." If I could pause or rewind... Beneath the vail of mystery find... The secret to the moment... Lost in time.
  • Alex B
    Published 3 years ago
    Conversation with a Demon

    Conversation 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
  • 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.