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

In Quiet Corners
Introduction Love is often portrayed as loud, dramatic, and full of passion. But what about the kind that whispers instead of roars? What about the love that stays, even in silence, even when it’s not easy?
By Muhammad Adil10 months ago in Poets
Call It Sleepy Lodge (If You Dare)
Call It Sleepy Lodge (If You Dare) £50 a night. You check in. You change. They call it Sleepy Lodge—if you dare, where windows watch and the silence stares.
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The End
It was the beginning of the end In a breath he said Make it so And thus it was The archon looked upon all creation And in the sweep of hand
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
You Don’t Like Me
You don’t like me You only like the fiction in your mind You don’t know me You only show me the likable version of you
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
The Project
It’s an effervescent antidepressant When you can’t pay your rent Money whores stripping us of everything As we cling to our last life line to reality
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
The Geometry of Us (Explained)
Introduction Love is rarely simple. It doesn’t always follow clear rules, predictable paths, or soft conclusions. Sometimes, love resembles a complex equation—beautiful but unsolvable, sharp-edged but divine. That is the heart of the poem “The Geometry of Us”—an exploration of love not as a fleeting emotion, but as a force of nature: mathematical, chaotic, healing, and destructive all at once.
By Muhammad Adil10 months ago in Poets
Why Stay Here
Why stay here, where the skylines sleeps, When Vegas glows and never keeps? Why stay where flat lands stretch for miles,
By V10 months ago in Poets
“In the Silence of My Love”
I love you. There — I said it. Not out loud, not to you, but to the pages that always listen. To the stars that blink above my lonely sky,
By Sabiha Sums10 months ago in Poets
A poem on a word from your native language, the one that becomes a door to a forgotten home, a childhood smell, a buried grief or a lost revolution
Beckoning my existence Uss rab par vishwas rakh, har manzil me tera saathi ho vo khuda, Kyuki Jado usdi meher hove toh tenu vo bhi miljaye jo tera nahi ho sakda!
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
Whispers in the Sleep
In the hush of night when shadows creep, I fall into the arms of sleep. But something waits beyond the veil— A breath, a grin, a crawling tale.
By Arish Ali 10 months ago in Poets
Gilded Desires
A world set on fire By gilded desire A covetous breath You spent so much time taking away my freedom You forgot to live
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
The Influencer’s Prayer
Our Content Creator Your channel is wholly unique. Your viral day come, Your trend be done, In person as well as online.
By Judah LoVato10 months ago in Poets