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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
The King
In the land of the blind The one-eyed man is king Even in the cage The bird still sings Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 10 minutes ago in PoetsDarling, did you die?
Darling, did you die? You keep ghosting me Thinking about you makes me cry Forgetting it is not I but 'we' Tired of sunshine
Heartbeat of the Old Town
In the heart of the ancient town, Where time has come to a standstill, Tiled roofs covered in mossy brown, Windows basking in sunlight's thrill.
Swim
In waters deep, where silence reigns, My spirit dives, unbound by chains. Beneath the surface, currents glide, Where shadows dance and secrets hide.
Isra SaleemPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsScars-3
I used to feel bad for what might happen to you Then you showed your true self And I realized who you really are You’re just another scar
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Stillness Within: A Journey into the Art of Mindfulness
In the stillness of the morning's light, Where shadows dance and dreams take flight, There lies a path, serene and clear,
Byron LoderickPublished 2 days ago in PoetsCan you?
I am delighted Can you smile? while I am deeply hurted Maybe that's his style No not that My heart is tender What is inside I wonder
Discuss
Crafted with care, they touch the heart. In rhythm and rhyme, they dance and sway, Conveying emotions in a lyrical display.
Isra SaleemPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Unfurling Flame
The Unfurling Flame The world spreads out, an embroidery so huge, Woven with strings of win and amassed
Bikash PurkaitPublished 4 days ago in PoetsA Tapestry of You A Love Poem
A Tapestry of You: A Love Poem Before you, my reality was a material, huge and pale, Brushed with the grays of normal, a dreary story. The sun rose and set, an anticipated dance, Making no imprint on my spirit, an empty region.
Bikash PurkaitPublished 4 days ago in PoetsDismantled Perhaps
Dismantled Perhaps’ The sounds of the broom’s mouth Old and choking with dust rise from The ground as they’d been what hot air is
Meri UtkovskaPublished 4 days ago in PoetsWhisper Loud
Is it a cold winter sound When I feel your warmth a smile grows wide beneath When you whisper loud It heals all past and wound