vintage

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

Girls just wanna have fund$
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
At Any Time of Night or Day
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
I CRY
I cry, because I don’t have any money in my bank account, I cry, because I’m worried about being put out of my home, I cry, because the struggles in life can be so hard sometimes that it’s hard to hold your head up high,
By CeeCee Whitfield9 months ago in Poets
The Librarian’s Last Lover
The library stood choked with dust, Where moonlight bled through broken panes. I traced the shelves with hands of rust,
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Poets
The Last Love Letter of the Death’s-Head King
The moths had eaten through his crown, His throne was but a splintered chair, Yet still she came when night fell down To brush the dust from hollow hair.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Poets
Grey Skies
It is very interesting to me how grey skies can make people feel, when I see the skies are grey I feel like cuddling up in bed, drinking hot chocolate and staying in bed all day, and others feel like they can be outside, sitting on a pouch drinking hot coffee, seeing grey skies some days can be beautiful, they remind me how grateful I am to have a sun, the skies don’t always have to be bright to have a good day, sometimes when the skies are grey I have rough days, but all I do is remember that there are lessons within the hard days, and even though it is a grey day there will always be better days.
By CeeCee Whitfield9 months ago in Poets
Your Mark
Your mark makes you different from others, it defines who you are and who you choose to be in life, you may go through ups and downs, but know that it is up to you how you make your mark in life, in the people you’re around, and even in history, create your life, create your days, create your mark, it will be up to you, who you turn into.
By CeeCee Whitfield9 months ago in Poets
The silence beyond the window 😔
March 6th, 1864 – Charleston, South Carolina The wind whispered through the rose-laced curtains of the Ashmore estate, carrying with it a scent of coming rain. Miss Evelyn Ashmore, a girl of seventeen, sat quietly at her oak writing desk, gazing out of the towering window. Her golden gown fell around her like spilled honey, but her heart was heavy, a prisoner beneath the silk and lace.
By Afia Khan9 months ago in Poets
Eyes Wide in a Sleeping World
Used to walk with the crowd, blind and fast, Thinking the moment would always last. Laughed at the surface, never looked deep,
By V9 months ago in Poets
5/5/25
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Trauma
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
The First Kiss of a New Dawn
In the quiet hum of the breaking day, Where shadows linger, yet fade away, I felt the touch of something new, A spark, a light—so pure, so true.
By Masood Zahid9 months ago in Poets