Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
In this bittersweet banquet of existence... the sharp tang of violence mingles, with the lush, warm perfume of ripe fruit..
By Karun 10 months ago in Poets
1. You never said goodbye, just walked away, leaving silence where love used to be. 2. Some nights, I trace the shape of you
By PSYGENIUS11 months ago in Poets
Leprechauns shaking shillelaghs As the leper cons say pay me Butterflies in disguise as they spin their lies Spiders trickling down
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
1. I built you a home inside the quiet spaces of my lonely ribs. 2 Your hands- soft thunder, breaking me, rebuilding me,
Welsh Costumes where stories bloom, Welsh costumes shine, dispelling gloom. Bright red skirts that twirl and sway,
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
The daily wage.... He is tall and handsome He has no shortcomings He is young He has good strength
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Poets
With love to my daughter, I am afraid that if you take me close to you and tell me a little bit about life, I will understand that you have given me that little heart of yours.
Love is when the flowers smell just a little louder. The birds—they chirp in lilacs a tone or two up higher. When you smell the thoughts behind the word or two they say.
By Cristal S.11 months ago in Poets
Sir Winston Churchill’s Ghost In midnight halls, he lingers on, A shadow in a bowler hat, a leader gone. Cigar smoke curling through the silent air,
For Hire 1) SEEKING BOAT CAPTAIN FOR “FISHING CHARTER” LEAVING BISCAYNE AT MIDNIGHT, RETURNING TOMORROW AT 4AM: Knowledge of international waters, the Gulf Stream, and celestial navigation a must. Contacts within the Coast Guard a plus. "Cargo," watercraft, and passport, provided. Pays $20K, cash, on return to port.
By Chris Z11 months ago in Poets
1. Mold me from moon dust, shape my soul within your hands, break me, build again. 2. Splinters of our past, scattered whispers in the dark, you still breathe in me.
"Mad in Your Love" Your laugh—a golden stream, Your gaze—the moon’s silver dream. Time whispers, "You’re love’s perfect sway,"
By SINDHI AHMED11 months ago in Poets
