Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
I'm fine if you're fine. You took my breath so gently I didn’t notice that I haven't breathed the same since. I'm fine
By Daniel K3 months ago in Poets
When people called your name And you think are you the same Or the monsters in your head are playing the game Still there is left some smile in my face
By Karun 3 months ago in Poets
At last I reached the evening masque A lofty fête in which to bask In the highest circles fit to task Lords and ladies, all abounds
By Ian Read3 months ago in Poets
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
You Do Not Know What You Ask... You Do Not Know What It Costs... Especially When... You are Not Ready. This is perhaps One of the Greatest Challenges in Today's World.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)3 months ago in Poets
My roots are my grandmother's kitchen, the smell of bread rising at dawn, her hands kneading patience into flour, teaching me that some things cannot be rushed.
By Tim Carmichael3 months ago in Poets
Thy soul shall dwell in shadowed depths, upon thy first taste of mine own blood... Pixabay-Photo by juliezimmi4
By Lamar Wiggins3 months ago in Poets
I tried to whisper the warning… Child-sized hands tugging at grown sleeves, my voice a lantern with too little oil. “She is not who she seems,”
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
Hello, I’m here to help. Memorize my name? It’s not important It’ll never be important, I’m here to help. I see you on your worst days
Dear Moon, I’m writing from the dressing room, still painted in your borrowed bloom. The crowd has gone, the air is thin,
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
My father's lantern, dented on one side from when it fell that winter crossing back, hung every night beside the kitchen door.
Sometimes People are Not Ready. We all Develop Perceptions of the World Around Us. At times, those Perceptions are Correct...
