vintage

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

You-10
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
UTOPIA[Our perfect world]
For the (Scripting Utopia Unofficial Challenge) By Kayleigh Fraser ✨ Utopia The words are from the Renaissance, they are one of the most change makers.
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Pain in Rain
Summer is fine Yet raining is not a pain Feelings all are mine Not enjoying rain in itself is a crime though it provokes a drink of champagne
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Into the Wilderness
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one well-tread, With soft a sand surface beneath my feet And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Talking To The Rain. Top Story - May 2024.
Talking To The Rain As I sit upon a rotting wooden porch listening, I hear the words of falling rain dancing. Across the surface once placid but now rippled,
By Dan R Fowler2 years ago in Poets
Angel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Quantum Dreams in a Binary World
In a future not too distant, yet not so near, Where the air hums with whispers of the digital sphere, The stars above, now pixels in the night,
By Alohan I Rowland2 years ago in Poets
Burning Fire
In the heart of night, where shadows dance, A spark ignites in a whispered trance. Its birth is humble, a tender gleam, A flicker of hope in a formless dream.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Forgotten Stars
In the quiet abyss where stardust settles, Lie whispers of stars, forgotten in their fall. Not of constellations known, but remnants of ancient light, A celestial archive, where lost memories call.
By Feumbana Njoya Fatimatou2 years ago in Poets
The Mythical World of Formula Poemosaurus-Rex
In the vast landscape of literary imagination and racing exhilaration, the mythical creature known as Formula Poemosaurus-Rex reigns supreme. This fantastical fusion of a high-speed racing dinosaur and a poetic virtuoso captures the hearts and minds of both racing enthusiasts and literary aficionados. Combining the raw power and agility of a prehistoric predator with the eloquence and rhythm of a seasoned poet, the Formula Poemosaurus-Rex is a symbol of harmony between seemingly disparate worlds.
By love story2 years ago in Poets
What Should I Write?
I wonder what to write, I do nothing all day and night. But what lays in front of me, Is a white blank sheet. I try the computer for options,
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
Water walk
I'm alone, self talk Soft, water walk I drown in the fluid I wake up from the lucid Yet I'm wet, poured by a bucket "It is early enough for plants to grow"
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets