vintage

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

summer of ‘69
i believed in you and every word said. i twirled as those words echoed in my head spinning circles, daisies brushing my thighs,
By brittany schmidt 5 years ago in Poets
Summer Pirate
Douglas Adams was his name, introducing Ford Prefect brought his fame. The Catcher in the Rye was Holden's journey to New York City.
By JoAnne Scalf5 years ago in Poets
way out yonder
I remember thy excitement racing through my veins, the memory flitting ever so quaintly to thee. Freedom, as it felt, our journey to California with a day's worth of hours ahead. For it was thee absolute summer season. The years' blessings had finally gifted thee with the means and a dream. Young, curious, days of mere happiness and peace we fancied. Risk, respectfully, not half a thought to the adventure hungry. The sun hath not risen, the birds hath not awaken from their slumber, off were we.
By darian k. regina5 years ago in Poets
Summers on Memory Lane
“School’s out!” we cried in exhilaration, Freedom from lessons and homework at last, We went away on summer vacation, “When do we get there?” we constantly asked.
By Denise Shelton5 years ago in Poets
A summer slope
Far off from fast cars on slow summer streets, atop a green and shallow sloping hill, three dusk-lit culprits chafe the evening cool
By Rhiannon Jefferies5 years ago in Poets
The Boys at the Fair
Each August I'd go to the county fair, First with my family, then with my friends, To see all the wonders on display there,
By Denise Shelton5 years ago in Poets
The Height of Life
In time to show the growth of life complete , The rays of summer’s sun come through to all. The winter gloom my heart turns obsolete ;
By Raquel Mendes5 years ago in Poets
The Trip Home was Cooler
Crammed in the car, cross country. Mom, me, and two bossy brothers. From Florida to California for a wedding- hell on wheels, quite literally.
By Katie L. Oswald (BookDragon)5 years ago in Poets
Ancient Mariner Retold
I searched amongst the weary eyed people, all looking for solace from their own dreadful lives in the joining of two others in matrimony. I never understood the emptiness I witnessed in the onlookers faces, I thought it was joy they should be feeling yet I swore I saw jealousy. But that was not my purpose here.
By Obsidian Words5 years ago in Poets
shed
the destroyed work of former summers clutters the dark shed with the smell of gasoline and vegetation cut like interrupted fingers.
By Thomas Mattson5 years ago in Poets
Summer Love
Thou I decline thee to a weekend away. Nor shall I miss sunshine and heat on thy water: Sail far for tomorrow and today, as it burns hotter and hotter: Soon the sun shall shine down upon all, And often lost in the enjoyment seen; And every wave be short a downfall, By choice where out thy been;
By Jon Perrin5 years ago in Poets
Riding the Waves
Soft sandy beaches, by sparkling waters, calls us away as the sailors of old. Beguiling, both your sons and your daughters,
By Denise Brandell Mastrocola5 years ago in Poets