Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Fear of I
This poem delves into the internal struggle of identity, the fear of being defined solely by past experience, and the yearning for creative expression and recognition. It explores themes of self-discovery, the tension between conformity and individuality, and the complexities of human emotions
Everything was made of plastic Rubber clothes to chew on Legs swinging from a park bench Waiting for your sister to be done playing
"Kiss Under the Moon"
Under the cover of the night, where the stars dance, And the moon, in its splendor, advances to the lovers. Two souls meet, in silence, in balance,
Where is four Oh, it is locked in a drawer Waiting to be opened How long will it stay there We will just have to wait and see
Ground to Dust
Licking at the facade Worshiping a nameless god Only to realize All efforts will be forgot Break your back all you want
The Clockmaker's Daughter
In cogs and chimes, her childhood spun, With gears that whispered, secrets won. Her father's hands, a symphony, Crafting moments, wild and free.
Echoes of Empathy
The balance of the heart and mind. In the dance of light and dark, we find, A chance to mend, to keep on spinning. With every dawn, a new beginning,
Whispers of the Unknown
In the heart of darkness, secrets lie, Beyond the stars, where dreams defy. Whispers of ancient tales unfold, In shadows deep, where legends hold.
Hear them out
At the coffee shop, I stood alone Someone behind said Hey Babe How am I in this dress It doesn't suit you Why do you always, ughhh.. never a compliment
Life of a Woman.
She is born with a spark in her eyes She grows up with curiosity and wonder She learns from her parents and teachers She dreams of her future and possibilities
Old machine pace A sacred space Whispers glide Memories collide Sunset's pearl In her eyes, a twirl Passion flows
Echoes of the Lost Path
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,