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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Bluebird in Winter
Little summer bird, who forgot to leave on time, leaves one day behind. Soaring in the sky, Sialia Mexicana, singing summer songs.
Antoni NimaPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsThe Shadows of Whispering Pines
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
Extramarital Affair
When I look into your blue eyes Losing myself in them Your eyes sparkling and reflecting light The light of both happiness and pain.
Ricky LahiriPublished a day ago in PoetsCreating Worlds
Creating Worlds Twisting of words a shaping of other’s worlds, Create new adventures or make blood curl. It’s the story that provides the path it’s said,
Dan R FowlerPublished a day ago in PoetsPretending
Pretending If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a thousand times, That those you love the most are those most unkind.
Dan R FowlerPublished a day ago in PoetsMy uncle's windowless house
A visit to my poor uncle He picked me up at the train station. straight to his windowless house. with dark, dirty curtains
Gloria PenelopePublished 2 days ago in PoetsUntil today!
I remember How we first met You came to me, unbidden. Beckoning me longing to be indoors with me. thinking of creating memories
Gloria PenelopePublished 2 days ago in PoetsLove
Love, they say, never dies Even near the end, when all must die And with our souls love shall reach the heavenly sky In the grip of passion, time flies.
Ricky LahiriPublished 3 days ago in PoetsBeast of Burden
I was born with hooves Is it my fault? Is it my mistake? I have been forced to carry heavy burdens They say because I am dense.
Ricky LahiriPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWhere the wind takes the honey bee
I am but a feather in the wind A grain of sand in the storm A flake of snow in the blizzard Determined to sing freedom's songs.
Ricky LahiriPublished 3 days ago in PoetsRadha Krishna (The Eternal Love)
Slowly, gently let’s dive into the world, The secret romantic world of Radha and Krishna. Yellow garments covering Krishna’s body of blue,
Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Golden Hour
At that time of day, that notorious hour, when every color flares from every tiny flower. When the breeze which blows the palms sway,
Antoni NimaPublished 3 days ago in Poets