Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
California gold and Johnny reb I left my home in Tennessee to find some California gold Gonna strike it rich and find the mother lode
By Marty West5 years ago in Poets
Inside of my soul tendencies attaining purity are existing Never lost curiosity, never lost receptiveness A world such as this one
By savage writer5 years ago in Poets
What was so magical way back then that makes you want to do it all over again. The sun shone a little bit brighter and lasted much longer.
By Lucinda Lace6 years ago in Poets
Small white pebble Of high note treble A singular song does sing Immense pride and joy will bring River blushing and rushing
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
once, an old victorian greenhouse was tucked into a corner of a very old property, it's quaint domes and spires with slow melted glass curvy and throwing reflection in the torchlight.
By susan marie loehe6 years ago in Poets
Living in the 80’s What a joy, It was so much fun I was a tomboy. Fluro clothes, Lycra and leg warmers, While on tv
By Janelle barker6 years ago in Poets
Many centuries ago once lived a pirate , Known for being cruel, vicious, and irate. Though he was unkempt and uncouth ,
By Halden Mile6 years ago in Poets
Vacantly, eyes stare into the frozen earth The hollow tunnel surrounds even the smallest whisper Stifling the cries to forever silence.
By Brianna Lynn Galligan6 years ago in Poets
The moment we've all been waiting for hasn't yet arrived. How do we agree to this moment? Take in that we can't leave our house to go have fun or go see our favorite loved ones.
By Yuri Kenan6 years ago in Poets
So the myth unfolds here From pages marred with brushstrokes of ocean The beleaguered boat sloshing to shore In a brawny gyre
By Lana Broussard6 years ago in Poets
Taffy was a coal miner, dedicated to the pit He worked from being ten years old He loved his job and never once regretted it
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
Oh leather bound book Dare thee take a look? What secrets do thy hold? Life’s stories are told Dark riddles do unfold
