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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 Last Café for Poets
M Mehran In the heart of the city, tucked between a crumbling bookstore and a neon-lit record shop, there was a café that seemed almost forgotten by time. Its windows were streaked with the fingerprints of dreamers who had come and gone, leaving whispers of their stories behind. The faded sign above the door read simply: The Last Café for Poets.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Poets
I Can't Stop Winning!
Only 12,000 players at this event? Hmph, you really think that's enough to defeat me? I'm Yami "Juara" Neshiro San!
By Yami "Juara" Neshiro San2 months ago in Poets
Kintsugi 3
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
Always in All Ways
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
Dancing with shadows in the moonlight
The world sleeps sound, a hushed and silvered stage, Where silent moonbeams paint the ancient page. From deepest corners, born of fading light,
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
Who am I?
Who am I? I'm the unbannable one For every future ban, I have a back up ready Konami can't stop me And neither can the complaints of the TCG community
By Yami "Juara" Neshiro San2 months ago in Poets
Danu
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
Wake Up
The life I once longed for—the one I used to gaze at with such hopeful eyes—looking back now, it was nothing more than a dream.
By Water&Well&Page2 months ago in Poets
Buried
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Dawn
I wake with stones inside my chest, with doubts that press like morning fog. The mirror shows a fractured face, a stranger worn
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
The Ghost That Composed Music
The Ghost That Composed Music The piano waited, its keys trembling quietly, and I realized a ghost pressed them with invisible fingers.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
What Exactly Does A Lady Like?
the lady likes spaghetti with meatballs, grounds, beef or chicken... a huge slurp? lickins, the lady likes jerks and music, ground fiddles, vittles and kitchen
By K.A. Smith2 months ago in Poets