vintage

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

Old Treasures
Mysterious paintings of unknown origin Hodge-podge panda figures Dusty roosters eying you from the corners Rusty keys of all shapes and sizes
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
Ever Yours, Vincent
My dearest Vincent, what did you mean by every flower? Every hour you spent crying, I would have held your hand. I’m ashamed to say, that still today the world is full of passings,
By Olivia Reed7 years ago in Poets
Imagine If I Was Evil
Holder of the Breathless Death list Deliverer Frame quiverer Fear The ultimate darkness With infinite intelligence
By Michael E.7 years ago in Poets
John and Yoko, or (Lennon's Last Hit Is the Life I Lead)
It was fabulous In the beginning Only there was One instead of four So to pass through The threshold of hell I had been summoned
By Michael E.7 years ago in Poets
The Seventh Sign
It seems lately Everywhere I go I see Older incarnations of me Possibilities Of what I can become An elder statesman, a con man
By Michael E.7 years ago in Poets
Rhythmized
Tap-tap-tap-ding goes the typewriter Tap-tap-tap-bring over some more paper Feel the rhythm Express the beat In your seat
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
One Foggy Evening
One Foggy Evening of dry mist and snow I saw a strange lady walking in a Black Cape on her way to her Grave As she turned into the Icy Forest
By Migdalia Torres7 years ago in Poets
1983
California skies soared overhead as bike wheels screeched on heated pavement, stopping in an instance at the Marshall Taco Bell.
By Gabby Cushman7 years ago in Poets
The Moment Is Gone Too Soon
The moment is gone too soon. A step in the right direction, a lesson learned in the wrong. A leap from the dark, slowly I claw myself back to where I belong.
By Steven Baldry7 years ago in Poets
Ma, Pa & Me
Ma, Pa and Me... I remember walking down the street, Swinging holding your hands. Getting lost in your shadows, Staring in wonder as my life began…
By Steven Baldry7 years ago in Poets
Time Machine
“Time Machine” If only I could find a Time Machine. I would live the “what could have been” I would turn back the clock to the past.
By Steven Baldry7 years ago in Poets
Shelf Life
Under the harsh fluorescent lights, there I sit. Years and years of my life spent up here, all alone yet surrounded by others just like me. In the deafening sound of my own silence, I can only recall my years of service and the heartfelt stories I've told.
By Violet Lavoski7 years ago in Poets