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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.

Night Life
Bright, blue, neon light Dances to the disco beat Party till last call
By Ryan Burkey3 years ago in Poets
From Our Porch
From Our Porch Standing on the porch overlooking our valley, Me and my brothers never viewed cities or alleys. But in our view, coal cars were plenty,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Today, This Way Comes
Today, This Way Comes Sitting upon wings of imagination, I take my flight, Greeting morning’s approach, lamenting the dying night,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
From My Yesterdays
From My Yesterdays It’s often said by scholars and layman alike, That we are who we are because of our sight. Some are able to see, while others only capture a glimpse,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
The Definition of Chivalry
As a man who endeavors to be someone who is more reminiscent of the gentleman told of in old tales like the one the two cities tell, an old soul, akin to those belonging to the Victorian era, I must resist my initial inclination, which is one of rushing in to save her.
By Brian Clifton3 years ago in Poets
Blue
Okay to be blue, Never suffer without help, You are not alone.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Poets
Laid to rest too early
Scream oh ringing bell Let someone hear your tolling Before my last breath
By Brian Grady3 years ago in Poets
A Lament to the Sea
Tears wiped by Roger The Locker harbors sorrow Anchored in regret
By Taylor Malais3 years ago in Poets
Ancient Lens
In antiquity The word “blue” did not exist Just the wine-dark sea
By Ahna Lewis3 years ago in Poets
Back Then
Then, he used to sing "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain." Now, I am Blue Eyes.
By Kaylie Stenberg3 years ago in Poets
Memory Lane
Those days of the past. Faded, acid washed blue jeans. Flammable jumpsuits.
By Elsa3 years ago in Poets
The 90s
Vibing 90s feeling everything is blue for him Need to grab a surge
By Emily3 years ago in Poets