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No matter their age, some celebrities have old souls; poems written by celebrity poets and your favorite celebrities' favorite poems.
Asghedom
He lifted his voice like weights in a gym Greatness oozed from him at an early age. Each of his lyrics are like ghetto hymns.
Skyler SaundersPublished 5 years ago in PoetsContinuous Hussle
A true visionary, beautiful being with a creative hustle, and a true legend to the people because he knew the struggle. Some knew of his music and even then, his lyrics spoke a reason.
Diamond KingPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe End of Class—After Karl Marx
From oppressor To oppressed, To equality throughout, I have the power. To impose change Is my endgame. No rich and no poor,
David J. R.Published 5 years ago in PoetsFrench and Saunders
The reigning Queens of comedy for over 30 years. Their crowns untouchable without any fears. Yes, they're a tough act to follow, a tough act to top, they're the Queens of the crop.
Hayley DodwellPublished 5 years ago in PoetsLisa Vanderpump
She's hip, she's slick, she's a very cool chick. She's the Queen of Beverly Hills, she's Lisa Vanderpump. Ken and Gigi are her crew, plus Pandora and Max too.
Hayley DodwellPublished 5 years ago in PoetsRemembering: Peaches Geldof
It's almost five years since the day in which Peaches Geldof went away. Called to heaven to shine bright. Like the stars that shine at night.
Hayley DodwellPublished 5 years ago in PoetsPurple Shines Bright
Myself and the world wish youthe greatest birthday you ever had,and even greater ones to come. Thank you for the smiles, and forgiving light to the new generationwhen the future seems bleak.
Chloe GilholyPublished 5 years ago in PoetsChanging Times
This was my analysis, for my poetry class, for the poem and song “The Times They Are A-Changin’.” I think this song still has an important message that can be taken from it and used today.
Salvatore Giangreco-MarottaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHollow Silence
Life lessons are best learned from dead people. Those who did not make it through. The ones who never got a second try. What is done is done.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 6 years ago in PoetsResting in the Pines
I rest in the pines. The trees are my comfort in this secluded area in Seattle. I ran to the pines to find peace. To find my final resting place.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 6 years ago in PoetsIf I Met Lana Del Rey
One of her tales ended one of mine, knew I not it was her lines at the time, Impressed I was by the rhyme but not the victim implications of the line's inclinations. It’s always choice, choose or abuse, a notion in her lines later on, on her had dawned. When I finally came to find her the script mistress of the lines I had once witnessed, meeting her my heart insisted. Knew I though the way it had to go; long held dear are always the foretellings of my fortuneteller. I had to compel her to make her introduction to me, this part of how it must be. Venus first house to those wishing details of the fortuneteller's tales. Now how I get her to harbor interest to a degree of such seduction, that she to me makes her introduction, would take a high rate production. She definition of class, not something she'd boast but most would have same said answer if asked. A bar she be to quality and inner honesty, not simply just the heart handed through script, but how to too have heart when handing it. Her magnificence and grace not why I wish her embrace, these qualities not lost on me, however what be the magnetism pulling to her the me are her inner understandings and subtle intensity. Some suspect opposites attract, not certain I am this true, but certain I am some do like to tell you it's fact. Now whoever states such statements may very well have simply misinterpreted the similarities between he and/or she. This lack, mine not to attack, perhaps some favor it's flavor, but I of the opposite inclination. Love I do myself so much, the opposite I'd have no use to touch. I haven't any flaws that I haven't purposely selected, and to another half wit who might have it pin pointed and suggested that I've neglected and molested my beauty by not dropping them to make a new me, well these short sighted psychological suggestings, not of bother would I bother my stride offside to take up protesting. Now that we've clarified potential jesting, tell you I it her who I'd have me molesting, vulgar one could conclude such wording, though lingo not locked in a block, it's simply its connotation causing shock, what way I'd say of the way she'd handle my cock have variations to no end, she'd be my best friend, the clearness I seem to see her in be why my obsession’s session did begin.
Mr. KUTZKYPublished 6 years ago in Poets18 Before 30
You do your hair, and then your lashes Strand by strand, Ashes to Ashes. Major Tom taught me to always stay weird These giant pallets of makeup, make that perfectly clear.
Christina HendryPublished 6 years ago in Poets