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No matter their age, some celebrities have old souls; poems written by celebrity poets and your favorite celebrities' favorite poems.
The Fine Art Of Destruction
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Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 24 days ago in PoetsNicobar pigeons
The Nicobar pigeon (Caloenas nicobarica) is a beautiful and colorful bird native to the Nicobar Islands in the Indian Ocean.
Unbreakable
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
Atomic HistorianPublished 25 days ago in PoetsYoung Amara
In a forgotten corner of the universe, nestled amidst a nebula the color of twilight, existed a library unlike any other. Its shelves, crafted from stardust and moonlight, overflowed with stories whispered by galaxies and chronicles penned by forgotten civilizations. Amara, a young woman with eyes like constellations, was the library's sole guardian.
Saad hadayatPublished 26 days ago in PoetsThe Symphony Of Creation
In the beginning, there was nothing but an infinite void, a canvas waiting for the brushstroke of existence. Within this emptiness, there stirred an essence, a spark yearning to ignite the symphony of creation. This essence, the primordial force, danced in the silence, shaping itself into the very fabric of reality.
AKINDOYIN AKINTOYESEPublished 27 days ago in PoetsThe magic and beauty of spring
In the realm of angst, where shadows abide, I shall speak of spring, a season to confide. For even in nature's grandest display,
John Biz24Published 27 days ago in Poetshappiness
What is the concept of happiness? What are the things that make you happy? I believe that the reasons for happiness differ from one person to another, but they may be similar in some points
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
Atomic HistorianPublished 30 days ago in PoetsWilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
Atomic HistorianPublished 30 days ago in PoetsThe End
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Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsMoorish
They called us Moorish But in a rush they painted us white So they could stop the fight So we can join their campaign To make the world more right
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsI wish the scars of the soul could be seen
I wish the scars of the soul could be seen The scars that are inflicted deep within the soul often run deeper than the ones that are visible to the naked eye. Pain in its amorous embrace sets its fangs deeper into the crevices of the acts and syllables recorded in its intangible zest. Our heart knows moments that it tries its best to bury inside the depths of its brevity. There is both beauty and severance in the transitory moments of life. It has the most radiant days and the most desperate of nights. There are moments of light and joy and then there are moments of darkness, of hours of plight that behold and bemoan on us for being pure.
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in Poets