Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Built on past disappointments and lies, unseen by the stranger passing by. Constructed of whispers and hollow words.
By Moon Desert6 months ago in Poets
She ran high on stilettos and pride, intoxicated by the atmosphere of her small town. Respected, yet ignored all else.
God made a wife to be loving, diligent and dutiful with a smile on her face, she will always be beautiful to tend to the needs of her dear husband and sweet growing child
By Connie6 months ago in Poets
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
We will look at the children with questions in their eyes We will have to explain how some were genuinely surprised At the uproar and political sell outs who cared more for money than people
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
Alas, the sign rises in yonder sky When Light wanes and Darkness blooms When shadow dances upon the moon on high And her crimson tiding looms
By Ian Read6 months ago in Poets
I can't be contained, without space, my wings will rust. It's too cramped, not enough room. You built this for me?
Shutting the door on the past, it's tough. All the memories resurface, nowhere to hide. Those internal wounds ache and sting,
With my heart worn on my sleeve. I didn’t know that days later I would be delivering something to you, like the pigeon with a hole in its chest. Feet clutching a message, one leg severed through its journey.
By Caitlin Charlton6 months ago in Poets
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Poets
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets
You want to say goodbye to everyone you know and why. I can't say it's a good thing, but it can— can be done.
By Paul Stewart6 months ago in Poets
