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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 Never-Ending Water Ride. AI-Generated.
The sun grinned high up in the sky, (A big, hot, yellow, happy guy!) He winked at Ocean, blue and vast, And Ocean shivered as he passed.
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
The Mirror Cycle (Poetry)
I. The Mirror Isn’t Me (Philosophical — AABB) . I look into the mirror’s face, A quiet, silver, borrowed space. It copies me without a sound,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast2 months ago in Poets
1 Year Later - I've Made It, No You Have - No I Have , No You, Truly You
Okay, you know what " I" am going to say right, that without, you, it couldn't have been possible! Without the things you have done, life isn't the way it was, and I will just have to say - trust and believe.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"2 months ago in Poets
The Last Garden
In a world of gray and measured days, Where concrete rules and steel obeys, There lies a garden, hidden well, Where broken colors go to dwell.
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
Love mean in 90's
Love means the madness of two people, pulling each other close to their hearts; Love means taking risks in life, walking barefoot in the sand of separation; Love means leaning very much towards each other; Love means heavy rain, walking in and out of the rain continuously; Love means talking incessantly in front of a cup of cold coffee; Love means sitting face to face even after the conversation is over.
By Afia Naima Haque2 months ago in Poets
A letter to the moon
O patient sentinel of silver light, I write to you beneath your gaze tonight. You’ve lingered long above my quiet days,
By Musulyn M (MUSE)2 months ago in Poets
The Clockmaker's Secret
In a small shop on a quiet street, where time and patience often meet, an old man works with gentle hands, repairing clocks from distant lands.
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
The Museum of Broken Dreams
Some dreams are built to fly so high, they touch the clouds and kiss the sky. Some dreams are small and quiet things, the joy that simple living brings.
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
The Language of Rain
The rain speaks in a tapping code on rooftops and on window glass, a language that the earth has known since ancient clouds began to pass.
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
“Echoes of the Unspoken”
Echoes of the Unspoken By [Ali Rehman] They say memories fade like footprints on the shore, washed away by time’s relentless tide. But some memories are not meant to disappear. They cling to the edges of our being, whispering in the silence between heartbeats, echoing long after the voices that birthed them have fallen still.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
My Brain
I speak in rhymes and mysteries Because that’s how I think My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons It is how I do my best to get along in this world
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
Time to Reflect
I look up and stop to pause and reflect on where I am in my life and I'm always amazed to think that you have
By Colleen Walters2 months ago in Poets