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

Unfair Advantage
Psychotherapy on the page or on the stage Everyone is watching Observing how you writhe and twist To the rhythm of the wrong melody They are the ones who brought this about, their tightly pressed lips Silent for years on end Where did true communication go? You longed for a family And then you reduced everything that mattered To a purely physical, burdensome toil Making assumptions about anything has never done anyone any good They thought I would be a detective of some sort That I would spend years waiting for even a single positive word For the support I should have received from my earliest years Nothing of the sort ever happened, not even after three decades I had to summon everything I could possibly draw from within myself While those I considered true friends walked away So, I began to look for clues in culture Discovering depths within myself I hadn’t even known existed I believed it would lead me somewhere, and that is exactly what happened Followed by many, supported by no one Here I am, enjoy it while you can still read me here
By Sun Bee9 days ago in Poets
Rise, Ye Dead!
* Thrice the graveyard’s bell hath knell’d, Thrice the corpse from earth rebell’d, Bones do rattle, coffins quake, Sleepers in the ground awake!
By Christian Bass11 days ago in Poets
When It Goes Quiet
One day the help just fades away, No warning signs, no time to stay. Programs stop, the lines grow long, And suddenly "safe" feels all wrong.
By V12 days ago in Poets
A paean to one city
I have locked my fond memories away in cities – in places where there was no one but me. I wandered alone, looking through the eyes of an explorer, much the way a small child might. Though I had long since ceased to be a child; my adult eyes were heavy with the sadness of lost battles. And even though I felt shattered deep within, on the surface, this new reality gave me wings, revealing worlds beyond imagination – a tapestry of various cities I had never visited before: New York, Madrid, Barcelona, Oslo, Helsinki, Las Vegas, San Francisco, Philadelphia, Baltimore. Each played its part in this one, ultimate story, where every meaning folded into an endless loop, leading me precisely to where I am today. No one else sees it yet, only I do. Am I fortunate? Or perhaps cursed? Or could it be both? I make no complaint, so long as I keep moving forward, against all the odds. Others do not see what I see, they do not feel what I feel. Despite my sincerity, despite my good intentions… Forgive me, my dears, but I must now close all the doors and windows and get back to work.
By Sun Bee17 days ago in Poets
Trampled, Twisted, Thwarted
The ones who live there love made-up life stories; There were born with a warped sense of perception. Take this: cast the truth at their feet, They will never lay a hand on it; They will writhe and scream until violence prevails. They impose their own laws and rules, Taken from their ancestors centuries ago; They know not what they do, Trapped in ignorance and a lack of culture. The only thing that matters to them Thrives on what is shoved into their wide-open mouths; They love to tear open their own wounds. They never converse; every sincere attempt To confront their problems Twists and thwarts, and so it goes until the end of the world. Their kingdom is death; That is why they never learn. They blunder through life aimlessly, Trampling every attempt To be true to oneself. That is simply how they are; That is why things barely crawl along – The very same things that could roll forward Toward greater heights, of course.
By Sun Bee23 days ago in Poets
Now I See
Who is she ? She is V . Look again, that's really me . Didn't think I'd ever see, The truth beneath what used to be. Tears once flowed in the night,
By V29 days ago in Poets
Dear America
Dear America, As I look back over the history... My eyes swell with tears and bitterness, Why kidnap and bring us here? America is supposed to be the land of the free...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about a month ago in Poets
Anøther Raven
January 19th is Edgar Allen Poe's Birthday This is inspired by a good friend after a short chat yesterday. I am going to try and create a poem using the format and mood of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”. It is a long poem and I have a premise of taking a book of Poe’s writing and reading it as The Raven looks on.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Poets
So Mote It Be. Top Story - August 2026.
She reaches out and takes hold, Pulls her power back in to the fold, From way out yonder to all she sees, She draws it back, so mote it be.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 months ago in Poets
Husk
You swept into my life And stole all my nights That bled into years My greatest of fears Animated within A soulless husk Frankenstein At least Left his monster with a mob Where by the end Even our passion was an act Until you finally Blessedly Evaporated Leaving me alone with A blood-drained heart And a wine-stained bed
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Poets
Road of No Return
I travelled through dust, smog, and heat, To reach that place, nearly a thousand miles away, To see my family home and the people inside.
By Sun Bee3 months ago in Poets
Goodbye Óscar
Introduction This is my twenty-first piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful and inspirational artwork. I love that Justine always gives a full story behind the painting, which gives me more than just the painting to work off
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets