Only the Classics

Only the Classics

The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.

Nothing to the Sands of Time
Time. None, it evades. Minutes... Weeks... Decades... Halt and desist, it doth not. Quite unrelenting in thought. Tis a commodity most sought, However, it cannot be bought. The Sands of Time Keep on P...
Felecia Burgett17 days ago
Fanged Seraph
I picture a flattened drake made of beaded gem yet nothing so spectacular what it must be like tongue heavy tipped black inking out of your cleft my mind finds strength to take the world a strange, an...
Denisse Lizetha month ago
Blossom
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.” -Shakespeare Have the tre...
Spencer Barretta month ago
625 Days
When the world doth fall will you remain? Fifteen thousand hours I spend waiting at rocky end; I wait and wait again Until at last you begin creating. You molded shape from none; coaxing with hands in...
Kaloriinn Mason2 months ago
The Roads of Hell
I've walked the roads of hell, often looking back, never doth thine own feet did tarry, even for rest when weary. Walking circles round at crossroads bound, until a choice had been found. A sea of evi...
Crown Nobl32 months ago
Heartfelt Moments / January 2017
That candid moment when his eyes gaze upon her canvas. So pure and genuine. Her love captivates him. That candid moment when her eyes pierce his soul. So precious and guarded. His love captivates her....
Kayla Starr2 months ago
Ovid's Movement From Mythology
Introduction Through great minds we receive great intellect, but furthermore, greater comprehension of cultural diversity throughout periodical works. We gain the ancient stories of the fulfillment of...
Amariah Torres2 months ago
We Art Not Frighted
We art not frighted from the bloodied field; Hearts becoming of a kingly knight's shield. We art not thy's intricate game thee wields, Grazing our ope body whence merely peeled. We art not undone by E...
Amariah Torres2 months ago
Silent Words
This wind billows like the silent words thou hath spoken, Piercing through the depths of my very own soul— Wherefore dost thou keep my heart in toll? Thither among my chest, the heart is broken. Thy g...