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

Bitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
Slice of the South
Florida maple leaves dangle in slight puffs of breeze. A dog, under the porch, scratches at his fleas. It’s evening time in the south,
By Rowan Finley 10 months ago in Poets
Somewhere I Left Me
I packed my dreams in silent sighs, Chased neon truths beneath warm skies. A city pulsed, and so did I, Alive beneath the desert sky.
By V10 months ago in Poets
4/5/2025
Herbicides glide on snide remarks As snakes slither in the dark Venom spit from the mouths of the unfit and witless As we witness our destruction
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
HmDADAHmDADAHmDADA
In the Special Ed Room, the dreams are kept in cages, He wore his best hospital gown for the meeting but spoke in a rat's voice.
By Tom Baker10 months ago in Poets
The Haunted Doll
The Haunted Doll In the attic’s shadowed by gloom, Lies a doll in a dusty box. Porcelain face, cracked and pale, Eyes that follow, cold and frail.
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Long time no see!
Muddled thoughts that swirl and spin, Rustling deep, a storm within. Digging holes that never cease, Staring up, seeking peace.
By Anwesha10 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Questions
How are you? Such a simple phrase, Yet the answer drifts in a cloudy haze. "I'm fine," we say... words rehearsed and clean,
By V10 months ago in Poets
3/30/25
Heavy is the grass that bends All glass breaks in the end Water washes all away The plants return in the light of day As mycelia conquer the hidden depths
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
Lost in Time: What This Old Red Postbox Has Seen Over the Years!
📮 The Red Postbox Speaks: A Timeless Guardian of Letters 📮 🔴📜 The Silent Witness Through the Years🔴 I stand here, proud and bold,
By PRABAL TR PRO10 months ago in Poets
Coffee
Cold, black elixir trickling down my throat Some days it is warm as its cream fills my gut Its energy powers my life Without it
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
5 Best Love Poems on Childhood Love
1. The initial feeling There was magic in your little smile, Childhood love was very innocent. Our dreams in a paper boat, Your hands were wet in the rain. When I think back on those times today, They cause a sweet stir in my heart. Those innocent conversations of youth, reside in a particular part of my heart. ---
By Horror best kahani10 months ago in Poets