vintage

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

Upon My Bench
Upon My Bench Upon my bench, I sit pondering, Life’s mysteries, miracles, and my meanderings. Has it always been this way I questioned,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Walking Without Shoes
Walking Without Shoes With a grateful heart, I walk with you, On the sands of time, no need for shoes. It’s not upon dirt or sand we trod,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
A November Passing
A November Passing Throughout the year from January to December, Each month dresses itself in reflections that we remember.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Our Homemade Wagon
Our Homemade Wagon In the coal fields of Appalachia deep in the hills, Children played with what they could find or what they could build.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
A December Morning
A December Morning Once on white mountains as I remember, Three children watched Jack Frost’s magic fingers. Etching upon the translucent surface of the glass,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Who Is True Blue In This Haiku?
I am so true blue So many others are too Even Suzie Q
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
Baseball field
We Traveled In the Park After Dark I wasn't Guessing... I just Followed My Heart... Our footprints On the Baseball Field,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
Adair, Amir, and the Magical Sheep
There once was a boy whose name was Adair Who had an identical twin Both were charming and fair with nice heads of hair
By Denise Shelton3 years ago in Poets
Chalice
Chalice is an entry from a collection of poetry I produced called "Smoke and the Withered Ground" Art is done by Nate Hillyer of Wyrdica
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Kalopsia
All the girls want her blonde hair and baby blues. Every time she bats her eyes, and the sweet sounds she makes every time she's playing coy. No one ever asks about her angst. Or her bitten nails every time she gets nervous. Or how she tries to find love in every stranger or friend who hates her. But that's okay, because the show has to go on. She is the lead; she can cry later. After all, she's still pretty and has her ambition. All the girls want to be her, didn't you know? Who else will immortalize her sadness? It's true they do want to be her, even Norma.
By Day Sibley3 years ago in Poets
Club Q
We were shaken When five lives were taken But one is not mistaken When they cheer For the one that took them from here
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Addiction Recovery - Don't Give Up!
You are still healing, moving forward, and growing, Yes, little one, when you have a goal, and you ‘were doing so well’, and then,
By Natasha Harrison3 years ago in Poets