vintage

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

  • Rowan Finley
    Published about a month ago
    I Used to Like Parties More

    I Used to Like Parties More

    I used to like parties more, but now I'd rather stay at home and just chill...
  • Didi Menendez
    Published about a month ago
    There Goes a Green Torino
  • Didi Menendez
    Published about a month ago
    Ode to My Mojo
  • Didi Menendez
    Published 2 months ago
    The Elephant in the Room

    The Elephant in the Room

    It starts with the bagpipes.
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 2 months ago
    Crumbs, Chambers, Castles

    Crumbs, Chambers, Castles

    The crumbs I stole were not worth the decades I lost in prison,
  • James Killmer
    Published 3 months ago
    Sailor's Dream

    Sailor's Dream

    Old salty dogs, miles of ocean
  • Rebecca Hale
    Published 3 months ago
    Because of Emily

    Because of Emily

    I don’t know remember exactly when and how it started. Perhaps it never had a beginning, but had always been a part of my soul. Books had captured my attention since infancy, and stories lived on my tongue from the moment I could string a sentence together. The exact day I began jotting down poems in my school notebooks doesn’t matter. I was only releasing the steady current of words from my mind and watching them trail across the paper as they came to life.
  • James Killmer
    Published 3 months ago
    Tribute

    Tribute

    Came upon an Indian layin'
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 4 months ago
    He Held Time in His Own Hand

    He Held Time in His Own Hand

    He held time in his own hand,
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 4 months ago
    What We Never Said

    What We Never Said

    What we never said kept us awake through solemn nights
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 5 months ago
    Old Treasures

    Old Treasures

    Mysterious paintings of unknown origin
  • Olivia Reed
    Published 5 months ago
    Ever Yours, Vincent

    Ever Yours, Vincent

    My dearest Vincent, what did you mean by every flower?