Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Start quietly. Be so silent that the crickets she hears… hear crickets. Leave so gently she won't be able to comprehend how her house could blow over from a such a mild breeze.
By Daniel K6 months ago in Poets
Bánh Giầy, round and pure as snow, A symbol of roots, where love will grow. Sticky rice, soft and smooth in its form, Wrapped with care, a gesture warm.
By Anh Nguyen duc6 months ago in Poets
In the heart of spring so bright, Bánh Chưng wrapped in leaves so tight. Rice and mung beans, a fragrant blend, With pork inside, a gift to send.
By NGUYEN DUC ANH6 months ago in Poets
Forget your name— let it dissolve like salt in rain, until no syllable can find you. Erase your scent— walk through fields where wild winds live, and let them carry you to nowhere.
By Misbah 6 months ago in Poets
We have Seen it Before... We Will See it Again. It is a Cycle that Repeats within the Business Ecosystem. A Leader Rises to the Top of their Category...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)6 months ago in Poets
Tra La La La La La La Is how the Banana Splits song begins I saw a reel on Facebook Now in my mind it never ends Memories come flooding back
By Cheryl E Preston6 months ago in Poets
It starts with slow steps not dramatic, not loud. Just the quiet unraveling of threads no one sees. You laugh, and the sound is real enough
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
When My Mirror Refused to Show Me We expect mirrors to reflect us — to tell us the truth, even when it’s ugly. But the day mine went silent, I realized something deeper:
By Dani khan6 months ago in Poets
Connected at words and music; like gold A sweet future between us, untold Late nights, dinners & lounging, love behold Daytime panty pulling & kisses, love grows
It’s not a dream, it’s a plan & I’ll be damned If I let defeat graze the head Rather be dead The soul screams like a banshee
We had the magic You had the lies I had the tears We said goodbye Feet dragging in this dance From first to second chances
You want to vanish? Really disappear? Roll out of bed And look in your mirror *** Over 117 billion Human souls ever born
By Matthew J. Fromm6 months ago in Poets
