Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
I miss falling in love the pit of my stomach tangled like my hands in your hair and with just a glance you turned my gut
By Daniel Kabout a year ago in Poets
I tried to grab the moon tonight it looked within reach taunting me with its bright assurances, but I thought if I flipped my hands upside down
Beaming yellow, your radiance is hard to ignore, indifferent to my opinion of you, you bless the world as I sometimes ignore just how special you are,
4 A.M. again?? For f*ck’s sake, when am I going to realize I'm never going to sleep unless it's next to her? Idiot. I'll wake up (unfortunately) at 7 or 8 or whenever.... and do my stupid morning ritual of reaching for her and she won't be there.
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
It explores the beauty of slowing down and embracing the peacefulness of the present moment. Through vivid imagery of drifting thoughts, steaming coffee, and the gentle sounds of nature, the poem invites the reader to let go of the week's worries and simply be. It is a reflection on the art of being still, finding contentment in simplicity, and reconnecting with the natural, unhurried rhythm of life.
By Sugumarabout a year ago in Poets
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
HAIKU. An inspiration For the poem comes just in The poem itself! * EXTENT The inspiration for the poem Is the poem itself!
By Matt B.about a year ago in Poets
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
Would there be anyone else I'd choose than him Apollo, leader of the muses, nine goddesses of music, poetry, and archery
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
