vintage

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

Procrastination, by George Crabbe
George Crabbe (1754-1832) is best remembered today as the author of “Peter Grimes”, the poem that inspired Benjamin Britten to compose his greatest opera. Britten admired the poetry of a fellow Suffolk man who was born in Aldeburgh, the coastal town that became Britten’s home, and whose works portrayed the lives of many Suffolk people, both poor and middle class.
By John Welford6 years ago in Poets
Out Where The Desert Breaks.
An Engine Roars. Up a freeway onramp speeds a motorcycle, a classic Triumph Bonneville, thundering its way onto the Santa Monica Freeway. Slicing into traffic, weaving its way around late night commuters.
By Scott Carnahan6 years ago in Poets
The Blacksmith's Sonnet
Creeping through the crevices one-by-one The light of dusk won’t be stopped by aged wood Seeping into her eyes, woke by the sun She shudders, shaken by dreams of childhood. To work she is put, for Father taught well Lighting coals, preparing the flames to lick The iron ore glows, casts shadows of hell Gripped with her tongs, she grabs the iron quick. Over and over tap the metal beat His voice rings her ears she quickens her pace Sweat drips off her brow, sizzling on the heat Sight blurs, coals shift to eyes blazed on his face. She forges the shield, pond ’ring the days When Father forged her, in parallel ways.
By Emily Bredahl6 years ago in Poets
Arthur Rimbaud: "Being Beauteous" (1886)
Against the fallen snow, an incarnation of beauty stands tall. The hissing of death, and the muted rounds of music make to ascend, like a risen ghost, the trembling, the cherished form. Wounds of scarlet and black erupt across the surface of the superb skin. All the proper colors of life darken and deepen, clear and break free, circling about as the vision is constructed.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
Arthur Rimbaud: 'Fairy' and 'Democracy' (1886)
Fairy For Helen, the ornamental saps conspired, in the virgin shadows and the impassible clarity of the astral silence. The ardor of summer confided in the noiseless birds, and the requisite indolence of a ship in mourning, without expense, literally priceless, sailed through gulfs of dead loves and fallen fragrances.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
= Milotopa =
Mother of all children ( μητέρα όλων των παιδιών ) mitéra ólon ton paidión = Milotopa = Vanesea Alexander A mortal without morals ,
By Vanesea A6 years ago in Poets
Arthur Rimbaud:"Royalty" and "Marine" (1886)
Royalty One lovely morning, in a country among those people known to be gentle, a superb man and a woman cried aloud in the public square:
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
Arthur Rimbaud: "Back When" (1886)
Formerly, assuming I remember correctly, my life was a banquet, wherein all hearts were open, and all wines flowed. One night, I sat beauty on my lap.—And I found her to be bitter.—And I hurled abuse at her.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
The Suitcase
I pondered as I always did on the 'used to' people who lived here once. * The dusty, dirt-laden suitcase belonged to a man.
By Bugsy Watts6 years ago in Poets
Arthur Rimbaud: "To a Reason" and "Lives" (1886)
To a Reason A tap of your finger on the drum releases all the sounds, begins a new harmony. A footstep of yours, the progression of New Men and their forward march.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
Arthur Rimbaud: "Antique" and "Winter Festival" (1886)
Antique Gracious progeny of Pan! You've a head crowned with flowerlets, and laurel wreaths above those precious orbs, your eyes!
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Poets
Poems of Lost Love
Lost love is a popular topic in art and literature as it is something nearly every person can relate with. The post WWI poem by Edna Vincent Millay, “What Lips My Lips Have Kissed and Where and Why,” is a poem about lost love in which the persona grieves for her love whom she lost in the war. “Thank u, next” is a recent hit song by Arianna Grande about her gratitude towards her past loves. “What Lips My Lips Have Kissed and Where and Why” and “thank u, next” are both pieces that deal with realistic perspectives of lost love in different, yet effective ways, each using unique form and style from the other.
By Anisah Egely6 years ago in Poets