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.

Teela a year ago
My Name Was Caoimhe
Here is what I know: My name is Caoimhe. My wife cannot say my name correctly, but I cannot say hers either, so I suppose that is fair. My wife, Adalheidis, pretended to be a man for a long time. This...
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Wyatt Manlovea year ago
Within the Gardens of Hell
I have laid awake beneath the weight Of nameless Gods staring upon my body. Shivering at my limbs intertwining their own. Naked whimpering things laying before me. Having undressed seemingly holy deit...
A. R. Ambrosia year ago
Wild Woman
She is a wild woman She leaves her hair loose And sometimes twigs catch in it As she walks forest trails With eyes turned skyward Tracking the stars for some sign Her home is wild as the forest With r...
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Pip O'Neilla year ago
St. Stephen
You find me inconsolable at the top of the stairs The end of a necklace in my hand We search and search and you tell me to pray to St. Stephen "He is the patron Saint of Lost Things" you say I have sp...
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Daniel Cole2 years ago
Cry of the Abyss
Heard a cry from the abyss Down, down I sought to save Farther on than rising mist Heard a wail that came in waves I carry on to that descent Because of courage I am its slave Heard a groan that night...
Fred Hermes2 years ago
Lost Spring Home
Pebble dash walls, lined with cold black gutters. Blue slate floors clash with red brick walls. Bees hum around the rosemary, basil and chives whilst plant pots sit guarding in all different shapes an...
Jose Gabriel2 years ago
The Exotic Artist
Theatricality formed through millennial evolution which is excessive as it is easily donned. Is only begotten through hospitable elements able to see this show go on in its artistic ways. This beauty ...
Blake Theau Thor2 years ago
Battlefield Awakening
I’m up Standing in a field of ash Blood poured out my heart Wounded deeply I lift my sword Behold the cavalry arrived For I was a boy in a mans game But I forgot my battle was not against flesh and bl...
Messiah Brown2 years ago
Rose
Leave it be, so others could admire its beauty. It's very tempting to pick, but once you have it in your possession, it'll wither away from admirable oppression. Everyone can't have their hearts desir...