vintage
Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
My Final Task
My Final Task I sit across from them every day of my life, This person, this creation, this person without strife.
Dan R FowlerPublished 12 minutes ago in Poets
Forever True
Saravanan, with a smile so wide, Always there, right by your side. Sathish, with a heart of gold, A friend like him, never gets old.
Nature's Symphony: A Celebration of Life
Verse 1: The sun sets low, the sky ablaze And nature's symphony begins to play A chorus of birds, a rustle of leaves
junaid mughalPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsSurrendering to Serenity
Softly sway sweet-scented strands, Silvery streams shimmering sands, Soothing serenade softly sung, Serene sensations sweetly sprung.
Muhammad ShahzaibPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets
Bella: The Beauty that Lies Within
Bella, a name that once belonged to a timid girl A girl who hid behind her hair and wore her doubts like a cloak But something stirred within her, a feeling that refused to be ignored
junaid mughalPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsThe Dance of Life
In the stillness of the night, When the stars twinkle bright, I close my eyes and take a flight, To a world where everything's alright.
Whispers of the Wind
Amidst the fields of green and the rolling hills, Where the wildflowers sway and the trees lean, There lies a world of beauty and grace, Where the whispers of the wind take their place.
The Symphony of Autumn
In the golden glow of autumn's light, When the leaves turn red and gold, so bright, A symphony begins to play, A melody that will last all day.
The Sea's Lament
The sea is a mournful place, A symphony of sorrow, without a face, The waves crash against the shore, A melody so sad, forevermore.
The Garden of Memories
In the garden of memories, where time stands still, Where the flowers bloom, with a vibrant thrill, The roses red, and daisies white, A canvas of colors, a beautiful sight.
Little Red Wagon
Little Red Wagon, oh how you roll Carrying memories, stories untold From childhood adventures to grown-up dreams You've been a faithful companion, it seems
Beauty
In the morning light, the sun does rise With golden beams that paint the skies The world awakens to a brand new day And beauty surrounds us in every way
