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

POEM - Clatter Of Precious Thing
The silence held them first, those precious things, Arranged with care on shelves of polished oak, Or velvet-lined within small, satin rings.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Offering
Not gold, hammered thin and cold to catch the sun's last glance, Nor jewels ripped from secret earth, to dazzle and entrance.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Sensory & Concrete
Not just the grit beneath the nail After the trowel scrapes the pail, Nor just the chill of morning dew On poured-slab surfaces, slate-blue
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
"Unlucky Number 7s, III"
Seeking Seventies Stud Seeks Submissive Broad: Chronologically, I’m 74YO. Biologically, I’m 24. On patrol, outside Hanoi, in AUG ’72, a flash flood claimed me. Steeped in nutrient-rich mud, I lay in torpor for 50 years, until a backhoe unearthed me.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Talk Shit
That's what these bitches DO Smack them gums, talk shit Mind business that's not their own Maybe GET business Maybe SHUT those gums
By Rickey Goins about a year ago in Poets
POEM - Whispers Of A Growing Soul
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
My Toxic Relationship Didn’t End in Heartbreak — It Ended in Healing
When people talk about toxic relationships, they often focus on the pain. The screaming. The manipulation. The silence that says more than words. What they rarely talk about is what comes next — the strange, beautiful, messy process of healing.
By Echoes of Lifeabout a year ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you You weren’t there to begin with
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Grief is a Second Language"
Grief is a Second Language A poetic exploration of mourning across cultures ~ by Ahmar --- I. In the Tongue of Silence — “Mutismo” (Italian)
By Muhammad Ahmar about a year ago in Poets
We Were Stardust in a Coffeeshop
We Were Stardust in a Coffeeshop Genre: Poetic Short Story I don’t remember what pulled me into that coffeeshop on a Tuesday afternoon — maybe the drizzle, maybe the craving, or maybe something else entirely.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
Cannibal’s Call
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the Silence of Your Eyes"
By Atif Jamal In the silence of your eyes, I find A world that speaks beyond the mind. No need for words, no written art,
By Atif jamal about a year ago in Poets