vintage

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

Steel
Your heart is like steel The intensity of the equator can't disintegrate A fountain of liquid magma not far away, dim magma
By jou3 years ago in Poets
City
Road trees, Ferris wheels, bridges in the city also, the red eyes out and about at night A ton of tension and trust Many dreams
By jou3 years ago in Poets
On ideas
Ideas bottle up In the artist’s mind On the racks Like the best wine Obtaining their maturity, texture Tincture of the most vibrant colours
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
I am a Slytherin.
I am a Slytherin. I know it causes some people fright. But it brings me comfort to know just who I am in the middle of the night.
By Campbell Diesel3 years ago in Poets
Bitter Kiss
Dear, Bitterness... From the taste of your kiss How’d a Love so Strong… Veer around to a Bitter Kiss… Moments of silence and levity,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
dreaming of you
I have only touched you In my sleep A memory that I will Forever keep Buried deep—within My consciousness Is the recognition
By Veronica 3 years ago in Poets
Life in opposite directions
What is it like, For two people, To live in opposite directions? When at birth, Their sexes, One male, One female,
By Serenity Zahnle3 years ago in Poets
Finding Brompton
Tick, tock; He sensed it, always next to him. Tick, tock, whir, click; Straining—as he did, but for him. Tick, tock, whir, click, plunge, whoosh;
By Brent Tharp3 years ago in Poets
My appointment with the eye clinic
Monday August 29th 2022 was the day recently this week that I had to attend my important eye appointment I trained myself to use the 11 bus route to get to red bank Walmart and on time I was super early I enjoyed myself very much
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
Hour of Comfort
Empty the house. In my hour of comfort, I will never dream of seeing another face, save yours. I will strip away
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets
ECLIPSE
TWO ASTRONAUTS KISSING ON SATURN ECLIPSE My wings were cut off While I slept You caught me in a trance Now my love has faded
By Amystic3 years ago in Poets
NoteRecites
Taking Care maturity became a noticeable constance living in a urban area babe appearing to me day after day of years past until awoken by a
By Stanley Lyte3 years ago in Poets