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

How The Top Leaders Collapse
We have Seen it Before... We Will See it Again. It is a Cycle that Repeats within the Business Ecosystem. A Leader Rises to the Top of their Category...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)5 months ago in Poets
The Legend of Hulk Hogan. AI-Generated.
With thunderous roars and muscles strong, He walked the stage where heroes belong. The red and yellow, bold and bright, A symbol of strength, a guiding light.
By Kamal Lych5 months ago in Poets
The Day the Mirror Went Silent
When My Mirror Refused to Show Me We expect mirrors to reflect us — to tell us the truth, even when it’s ugly. But the day mine went silent, I realized something deeper:
By Dani khan5 months ago in Poets
Ghosts
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Roots In Concrete
Beneath the towers, steel and glass, Where shadows stretch and people pass, A silent tale begins to weave— Of roots that clutch and won’t let leave.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Climate Verse Movement
We gather not with placards or parades, but with pens, syllables, and spirit— in the ink-soaked silence of notebooks, where protest bleeds not in fire,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Glitch in the Green
I. Seed (The Awakening) A whisper hums beneath the neon soil, a pulse of jade in circuits cold as stone. The garden sleeps in ones and zeroes coiled,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Love is like a fire
I tell you love is like a fire like a fire Not cooled like a wind Not calm like a breeze But love is like a fire You can catch it
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Silent Confessors
Not priests in shadowed, echoing alcoves, Nor therapists in softly cushioned chairs, The truest listeners this harsh world proves
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets
The Mirror My Mother Left Me
The Mirror My Mother Left Me I didn’t want the mirror. When my mother died, we boxed up her things with the efficiency of people trying not to feel too much. Grief makes organizers of us all. We labeled, divided, gave away. Old sweaters with her scent still folded into the arms. Recipe cards with ink smudged by flour and time. And then—there was the mirror.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Poets
What It Means to Break in Private
What It Means to Break in Private It means learning to silence the sobs before they echo too loud through apartment walls.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Poets