vintage

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

  • Tristan Stuart
    Published 12 days ago
    Flanders field WW1 poem.

    Flanders field WW1 poem.

    In the Flanders fields, the poppies grow and blow in the wind. The blood of my brothers will not be vain. Come on my Conrad’s pick up that torch and March to victory. Every man, every foe. Every scar and every tear. Lord knows the cries of these brave men. We were lost and never found. These crosses mark our path, not our success. We were enemies but we became brothers. We want peace lest we forget, no man will feel cold no more. We shall not sleep we shall not rest. Thou god knows the poppies will grow in Flanders fields.
  • Gwendolyn Farris - baldwin
    Published 14 days ago
    Family

    Family

    Family is important, family sticks together. Family has a strong bond that can never be broken. Family all come together at any occasion, family never turn their backs, family pick each other up.
  • Tom Baker
    Published 18 days ago
    Arthur Rimbaud: "Bottom" and "Barbarian" (1886)

    Arthur Rimbaud: "Bottom" and "Barbarian" (1886)

    Bottom Reality being just too prickly for my illustrious self,--I was, nevertheless, transformed into a great, grey-blue carrion bird, a vulture soaring to the ceiling.--Yet, dragging one wing through the black shadows of nightfall.
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 19 days ago
    Sentenced Photos

    Sentenced Photos

    Those moments were captured and sentenced for many years, attempting every time to hold back the trapped, long-forgotten tears.
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 21 days ago
    Ladder Up

    Ladder Up

    Where ya wanna go? Step, step, step. Are you ready? Let's go on up. Everybody's climbing. They're all doing it.
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 27 days ago
    Prayers for Her (Pt. 7)

    Prayers for Her (Pt. 7)

    Father, Simplify her life in every possible way that you can, show her always, life's grand plan. Speak to her so that she knows it doesn't matter if clothes fit,
  • Gigi Williams
    Published about a month ago
    Middle of the Night

    Middle of the Night

    Had me a farm, and I tried to grow tomaters Couldn't grow a 'mater to save my life Went a-gint the law, started growing marywanna
  • Weaver Bird
    Published 2 months ago
    Curly

    Curly

    Curly You were a corporal in the ox and bucks light infantry You were in command of platoon 2 D company Messages of hope you painted on glider walls
  • Mr Tezozomoc
    Published 2 months ago
    Ghost Ships

    Ghost Ships

    Ghost Ships (Short version) We find ourselves in the ghostly ships of the past; derelict; adrift and dead like the crew
  • Bianca C
    Published 2 months ago
    Savin’ Country Face

    Savin’ Country Face

    "Savin' Country Face" He puts on a brave face And faces yet another day But nothing has changed He feels his hope continue to fray
  • Bianca C
    Published 2 months ago
    A Fathers Son

    A Fathers Son

    "A Fathers Son" He found his courage, at the bottom of a bottle She found her first love, tangled beneath the golden wattle
  • Bianca C
    Published 2 months ago
    Lost The Battle

    Lost The Battle

    "Lost The Battle" He's and old broken battler Who's down on his luck Hes got dust stained skin An old kelpie in his truck