Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
“They finally removed it today The whole shelf with movies There will be no more supply What we gonna do now?” *
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Chosen Soul All I ever wanted was to be accepted and loved I prayed for people who got blessings but held the gun I prayed and preached but people kept swinging at me
By Amystic3 years ago in Poets
and when children have imaginary friends it's kinda cute, mostly sad, but i understand decades later that isolation
By Daniel K3 years ago in Poets
The simple and simple people will breed a lot of happiness; and those who are hooked, full of schemes, will be full of fatigue.
By Kenneth M Bass3 years ago in Poets
I once waited at the base of a mountain in Utah who claimed to be a god, and I believed him because when I scoured the surface
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets
Facing your fears on the screen That’s what I mean When I mention his name Raised in England by the grocer’s hands
Quiet peace and startled souls; find my happiness wandering between their bones. A careful touch with a longing read; my soul is happiest with the dead.
By Sindy Leah Fitz3 years ago in Poets
This spider moved in several months ago. I guess I wasn't paying attention, I don't know. It caught my eye, because I've seen him grow. I want him to stay, I also want him to go!
By Deidre Melson3 years ago in Poets
I can hear the melodic rain peacefully drenching the Earth and me too It's just like... A walk in a cool stream with my bare feet kissing the pebbles underneath while gliding my hand over every other stone
By MICHELLE SHAAY 3 years ago in Poets
Punctuated light Picturing my place On this world Full of contradictions and blind spots From which I am not visible
As seasons change, so do we. As we change so do our personalities. We get comfy in our own skin so what it be. Are we sending messages to the universe?
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Poets
Pull the cap off What will you write today? An odious ode Of men sold to gold That smell of things so old Their story is no longer told
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
