Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
I am happy Still, I love this eye The gaze sharp as a Bistoury and only mine knows why With an absolute mystery You put me up high
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
In a land where the earth shook with might,Roamed the giants, from dawn until night.With tails that could sweep and necks that could soar,Dinosaurs wandered from mountain to shore.
By Chinonye Chigbu2 years ago in Poets
In the midst of hunger, I pushed through the challenge. I was not meant to be there, it was for the rich, but I am. My apparels were worn out, my bare sole had almost taken over underneath my shoes. I had no penny to offer the cobbler. I just want to earn the teachers knowledge. He told me that if I do, I shall buy better shoes.
By Joe Akagu2 years ago in Poets
“W” Words It’s the “W” words that make me worry, Those words that make my dreams scurry. For they fill my day with apprehension,
By Dan R Fowler2 years ago in Poets
The Lament of the Forgotten Forest Canto I: The Arrival In days of yore when time was young, A forest stood where legends sprung,
By Easy Win2 years ago in Poets
Melody Music Mountain mirror Always love wins over terror Imagination over real visualisations over feel Beats instill energy
Indigenous peoples That's us. That's what we are. We live in the forest. We are the uncontacted tribes. Contacting us may not always be safe.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Love is the only call Left beyond poverty Stays after all Heartbeat's melody Even after a fall In the endless tragedy
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
I've grown old. Grey hair began knocking. I have a lot of sleep. My thoughts have altered. I read carefully. using my elderly,
