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

Judgmental Lenses
She made many comparisons in advance. Later, she searched for the things that separate us. Humiliation was widespread.
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
Reflections.
The lights that haunt me And are soon to be followed by silence Are chained inside three mirrors That shine like a bright white star
By Matt B.about a year ago in Poets
Gotcha Questions, Mental Gymnastics, & Facts Not in Evidence.
It began, as it often does these days, on Facebook. Will Watkins, social critic and punchline wellspring, did what he does best. Brian Walters, a stranger to me, replied first. Jim Frederick, South Florida's own Samuel Clemmens, weighed in with an acerbic aphorism. Brian, outing himself as a sky fairy simp, countered Jim with sophistry, and sleight-of-hand, no doubt hoping to wish natural laws, historical facts, and objective evidence into the proverbial cornfield.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Bouquet
Slender is the rose That sashays in its clothes Wonder is the lily Who’s existence thrills me A blossoming ranunculus
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
say/seɪ/verb it/ɪt/pronoun
use your— he/art your pen, your sword fill the void, the lacuna/ləˈkjuːnə/noun unfilled space, the gap o/pen your mind
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Symphony of Quiet Chaos. AI-Generated.
In the hush before the morning hum, Where sunlight spills like a muted drum, A gentle cadence begins to rise,
By Raymond Bentumabout a year ago in Poets
Through the peeking window of 2025
To dive deeper into the yearnings of tomorrow, Or to be ruminating in the pleasures that forbade yesterday’s sorrow In the silent rumblings of my piercing soul,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
my unspoken ways.
but i did love you. every day. in a thousand tiny, unspoken ways, in the cracks between words that felt too sharp to say aloud.
By remiabout a year ago in Poets
Flying
The ground above me Riding on the sky below At peace With nowhere else to go Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Mind-travelling
Every day, I feel like a distinct entity. Splinters from my past constantly invade my thoughts. Interiors passed; the atmosphere shattered.
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
Heartbroken
I am heartbroken Choking on harsh realities That they never cared for me Don’t know what was expected It’s not the first time I’ve been neglected
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
All Hallow's Eve
Halloween just came and went. Guised as a pirate, I flitted about a haunted house, high on Curaleaf sundries. The catering was world class, and free to paid guests. One perk of donning demeaning costumes for work is how easily I pass for a paid guest when standing in buffet lines.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets