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No matter their age, some celebrities have old souls; poems written by celebrity poets and your favorite celebrities' favorite poems.
- Top Story - February 2024
ONE MORE TIME
Minutes after the Super Bowl win, Mahomes celebrated with a big grin. Eavesdropping by hot-dropped microphones, The MVP doesn't want trips or rhinestones.
Babs IversonPublished 2 months ago in Poets The Muskian Dilemma
In Musk's glass fortress, a tale unfolds, Elon, the maestro, the story he molds. Accusing advertisers, a chess move sly, glass walls rise as stones fly.
Lungisani NgcoboPublished 2 months ago in PoetsEchoes of Empathy
The balance of the heart and mind. In the dance of light and dark, we find, A chance to mend, to keep on spinning. With every dawn, a new beginning,
Whispers of the Unknown
In the heart of darkness, secrets lie, Beyond the stars, where dreams defy. Whispers of ancient tales unfold, In shadows deep, where legends hold.
President Day 2024: Poem About Washington
In a land of dreams, where freedom's call, There stood a leader, brave and tall. His name enshrined in history's page, A beacon of hope in a turbulent age.
Robert BrownPublished 2 months ago in PoetsEchoes of the Lost Path
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
Odes to First Love
In tender hours of youth's sweet haze, First love alights with gentle gaze. A whispered sigh, a trembling hand, In uncharted realms, we both stand.
Guiding Light: Ode to a Teacher
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
Celebrity All-Star Game
Poem In the city's gleam, under starry night, Celebrities gather, spirits burning bright. A court adorned, with hoop dreams in sight,
Waqas AshrafPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMy Rendezvous with Life
My Rendezvous with Life The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride, As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsDisposable
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsTo the nuptials and back
On the streets of London they celebrated her one summer's day, and reveling in her beauty and kindness knowing the prestige she brought to the tarnishing crown,