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

Whispers in the Tapestry: A Journey Through the Uncharted Mind
Fragments of morning light seep through slits in the blinds, a splayed spiderweb of daybreak that dances upon the walls, like shadows murmuring secrets to the flickering dust—each particle a universe of forgotten dreams, where fingers once touched upon the surface of an uncertain world, where time stretched and contracted, and memories tripped over their own echoes, laughing silently, stumbling over the remnants of yesterday’s promises.
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
High heels slippery feel
High heels click on ice, Balance teeters, breath turns cold, Slippery steps feel.
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
Evening's Rainy Drive
Evening’s Rain It’s not something that many would do, This opportunity that we take, we two. There’s many reasons not to go, to try,
By Dan R Fowlerabout a year ago in Poets
Limerence
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Beyond Closet Doors
When I was only three years old and able to hold onto pencils, My mother asked me, a small inquiry, What is it that you draw?
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
I did smile
laugh or lie hard hearts melt as pains soften and you reach the sky melody flows gently beats with volume high I did smile after a long while
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
knotty girl
stitch my tongue imbue your signature in my mouth, hit up your local yarn shop and find the most eye-catching colors to needle and thread your way into
By Daniel Kabout a year ago in Poets
The Sound Of This Vast Universe
Soundlessness Surrounds and fills a Shadowed depth we call the Universe Invisible Infinity's outstretched surrounding what was First Un-iridescent
By Aiden Haleabout a year ago in Poets
Sounds of Stillness
Softness sounds of stillness when serenity speaks a shadowed Symphony Inaudible introspective inhales to immerse infinity's within the Inner-Self
By Aiden Haleabout a year ago in Poets
Life
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
9/4/24
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets