No matter their age, some celebrities have old souls; poems written by celebrity poets and your favorite celebrities' favorite poems.
"Yearning Echoes: Once Again"
In nightfall's delicate handle, a thoughtful rhyme, Murmurs of yearning, reverberation through time. An orchestra of minutes, a transient toll,
"Timeless Titans: Most Influential Poets"
In the embroidery of time, where words hold influence, Reverberations resonate of writers who've prepared. Legends of refrain, their ink ageless and magnificent,
Oops side down
I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
A Scar on My Hearts Ears
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
Symphony of the Earth
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
Ode to Sustenance
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
Poet's Heaven Discovery
In the heart of a quaint village nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering pines, there existed a place where poets gathered, drawn by an invisible thread that connected their souls. The Poet's Haven, as it was known, was not marked on any map nor boasted any grand architecture, but its presence was felt in the rhythm of every verse sung by the wind and in the echoes of every whispered secret shared among kindred spirits.
A Grinding Man is A Bossed Out Wizard
Grinding man Oh Grinding man A Grinding man I am Who is to determine the future of a Wizard that is man made Greatened?
I am the first born I’m worn out and scorned out Bearing the weight of all expectations The weight of a family on my shoulders
Celebrating Women: A Tribute on International Women's Day
In the tapestry of life, woven with care, Women stand as pillars, solid and rare. With hearts of gold and minds so wise, They paint the world with vibrant skies.
Fragments of Love
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
In the dance of hearts, we find our rhythm, Two souls, entwined, in love's prism. With each step, a story unfolds,