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No matter their age, some celebrities have old souls; poems written by celebrity poets and your favorite celebrities' favorite poems.

My life is a mess and I have nothing to be grateful about!
My life is a mess and I have nothing to be grateful about! I witness myself say this phrase from time to time, where life plonks us into the desperation of ebb and flow of uncertainty and things not going in our favour. It is easy to say we are grateful and in complete balance when things are going well and life feels like the warm embrace of the sun shining on a Sunday morning. But the real test lies in remaining grateful and centred when life feels like spinning out of control. While it is easier said than done, here are some reminders that might help you get through the days that feel like a burden
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Divulging the Mechanical Wilderness: Investigating New Devices, Programming Updates, and Most recent Headways in artificial intelligence, Blockchain, and Network protection. Content Warning.
In the present quick moving computerized scene, remaining refreshed with the most recent mechanical headways has become fundamental. From progressive contraptions to notable programming refreshes, and from state of the art man-made intelligence developments to the advancing scene of blockchain and network safety, the universe of innovation is in a steady condition of transition. We should dive into these charming domains and investigate what's right now causing disturbances.
By md asif2 years ago in Poets
Read when you miss someone
Hello Again, I miss you, too. I know it’s been a while and both of our lives have changed. Funny, though, how many things have stayed the same. We’re in the same places and feel the same ways with different people. You know I’m always rooting for you, right? You’ve been doing some really amazing things and it makes everyone really proud of you.
By Joe Nasta2 years ago in Poets
Coffee with Taylor Swift. Top Story - May 2024.
Like sitting across from a tarot card reader You somehow find my darkest, weakest moments And tear them from my chest with no warning,
By Kiersten Weldon2 years ago in Poets
BODY LANGUAGE.
WHAT BODY LANGUAGE IS ALWAYS MORE THAN WORDS WORDS ARE AND CAN BE UNDER CONTROL AND CHOICE ONE CAN HIDE THE WORDS CHANGE THE WORDS
By Basit Ali2 years ago in Poets
It's raining!!
It's raining Not a romantic mizzle To bring fragrance of shiuli, Gloriosa Lily, Daisy Breezy like in poesy It's raining
By real Jema2 years ago in Poets
The Entertainment
You look down your nose at me in disdain Because to you I’m just here to entertain I give you a fake name and a smile Because I know you’ll only be here for a little while
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Meditation
Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Letter to my Soul Brother
Last year I went into the desert for a Vision Quest, with my soul Brother Christian Oliver. Unfortunately he died in January after the plane where he was travelling crashed in the Caribbean with her two daughters. I wrote this letter that today I share with you all .
By Gabriela Ana / Luz Infinita2 years ago in Poets
John Wick’s First Date He’ll Never Forget!
John Wick, the renowned hitman known for his flawless taste, is going crazy inside his opulent house. Closets are raided, drawers are wrenched out, and every nook and cranny of the room is hurriedly examined.
By Ewa Patoka2 years ago in Poets
In my eyes I carry my father’s rage and my mother’s sorrow
Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets