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No matter their age, some celebrities have old souls; poems written by celebrity poets and your favorite celebrities' favorite poems.
Brock Purdy
February 11, 2024 "Wherever God needs me that’s how it’s gonna play out … win or lose, I give Him all the glory, He who is my joy, my peace, my steadfastness” says Brock Purdy, San Francisco 49ers' star quarterback who was the last pick in NFL draft 2022 and may well be MVP of Super Bowl today.
You-8
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Atomic HistorianPublished 22 days ago in PoetsBird’s Song
Does the swallow sing in the cool morning light Does the owl howl its hoo-hoos in the cool of the night A rapturous raptor always evading capture
Atomic HistorianPublished 22 days ago in PoetsDestruction
Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
Atomic HistorianPublished 22 days ago in PoetsYou-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
Atomic HistorianPublished 22 days ago in PoetsGood Time Charlie
I know this might sound sort of weird, for a kid to like this kind of snack... It's not PB&J on my face all smeared, and I'll probably get some flack.
Shirley BelkPublished 23 days ago in PoetsThe Manchester Derby: A Clash of Titans
Introduction: The Manchester Derby is more than just a football match; it's a clash of titans, a battle for supremacy that transcends the boundaries of sport. As Manchester United and Manchester City took to the pitch today, fans around the world held their breath, anticipating a spectacle of skill, determination, and heart-stopping moments.
Fenet LemaPublished 25 days ago in PoetsThe dragon next to me
He intertwined the course of my life with the threads of love, strength, and guidance—this woman whose presence illuminated my path like a radiant dragon. I got through the maze of existence along with its guidelines. He wasn’t as strong a figure as a myth and legend, but the point had the same power over me. He was the power of nature, an indicator of hope, and a source of indefinable support.
LASZLO SLEZAKPublished 26 days ago in PoetsIndia- The food for our soul is love
India is the land of diverse cultures. Where we live submerged in the sweetness of nuanced flavors of customs that make us alive. Lost in a land of fondness, enriched by the tenderness of beliefs we all are different in existing realities, but there is one thing that binds us together-food. To relish the sweetness of life, we often taste the bitter vinegar of adversities. The melodious cacophony of joy radiates on our abode when the hours of plight grind the periphery of our strength.
Hridya SharmaPublished 27 days ago in PoetsThe Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
Atomic HistorianPublished 28 days ago in PoetsBitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
Atomic HistorianPublished 29 days ago in PoetsGrand Erpetó, The Wizard Boss
Such fools they are Incapable seeing their own Master in plain sight A truth to their darkness made light to be seen Hatred they doth have for their own Master
The Wizard BossPublished 29 days ago in Poets