Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
When Did We All Collectively Lose Our Minds? I look at the World... And I Truly want to Know. Are We Truly This Blind to Reality?
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)6 months ago in Poets
In the meadow, calm and bright, The Shepherd stands, a gentle sight, With a lamb in His loving arms, Guiding all with peaceful charms.
By Trang Pham Doan6 months ago in Poets
I’m a stranger in a strange land The fan chugga chugga chugs As it blows away paper thugs The world shrugs As we slink like slugs
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Quis Curat They say Chase another carrot Ferreting out their sins Where does it end? A society built on lies Incapable of being wrong
The Ghost Girl at Samlesbury They say she’s seen near the chapel wall not often, and never when called just a flicker where light won’t stay
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
A hush before the wind, a breath held tight in the trees, as twilight paints the skies with dusk-thinned ink, and every shadow begins to breathe with ease.
By mr azib6 months ago in Poets
At the Windowsills of Memory I stand at the windowsills of my memories. Images and sounds rush by swiftly. I still hear my mother’s voice—
By Lenia M. K.6 months ago in Poets
Pray tell us who in distant past was crowned ‘Queen of Poetry, Song… all things musical’. Calliope, eldest Muse
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶6 months ago in Poets
Part I How big was it? How tall? How long? What made it so good, this "Aquarius" song? Part II Why did it bring our mother such joy when "it," we sang?
By Shirley Belk6 months ago in Poets
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
In the summer noon, Like a winter night, A silence, A hush prevails. The doves' coming, A meditative still; Time slackens,
By Zeeshan Ali7 months ago in Poets
