Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Love is staying with me when I’m low, Love is god, your faith, fall in love with the unknown. Love’s a gift, it’s when she cook and you do the dishes,
By joeyy Tharpe3 months ago in Poets
Lights come in many designs, many colors, and draw from various powers. Lights are especially desirable and requested during dark or night hours.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 months ago in Poets
A poem that wonders — if everything ends, what still matters? The Space Between Stars explores how silence, love, and memory create meaning in a fleeting universe.
By Lila (Poetry)3 months ago in Poets
When the world tries to dim your light, let this poem remind you: the fire within doesn’t fade — it learns to burn smarter.
This poem explores how nature becomes both a mirror and a teacher — reminding us that healing is not about escape, but returning home to ourselves.
A poem about the kind of memories that time can’t steal — the ones that live in the spaces between heartbeats. There are hours
I walk where the wild things hush, through nettled paths and bone-white birches, where frost clings like memory…so tightly,
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
I love my children enough to never have them I look at the actions and words that hide in the dark The things people do to each other including kids themselves
Many ways to make income, Dreams don't fade, though the days seem numb. Endless routines fill the endless hours, But inside still blooms those untapped powers.
By V3 months ago in Poets
LMonster Mash Dance Under the moon so cold and bright, the graveyard wakes on Halloween night. From tombs and shadows they all dash,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Bright winter snow Power cuts and blankets Rooms as cold as ice * * * A tiny lantern From bygone days Of grandparents I never knew
By Alan J. Edmonds3 months ago in Poets
There’s a light that flickers in the hall, though I swear I changed that bulb last spring. The air hums low, a nervous thing—
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
