Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
By day, the sun ignites the sand, A scorching gaze across the land. But in your eyes, Layla, I see, A moonlit oasis, cool and free.
By mahmoud elsaad3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I want to be clever compare you to mountain heather Be all poetic, romantic and verbose Ignite a fire with verse and prose
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
There was an old king with a crown who said, 'I am in the colour brown' he threw up his sword, here came his brave squad
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
The Ring In my back room behind the scenes with gloves being tied, I sit listening to the voices in my head but I often sigh.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
embrace me harder cozy like a campfire let loose your cork-trapped love interrupt me politely, and slow dance with me for all of
By D3 years ago in Poets
It was very dark. no dim light to show that there would be life, remarked an elderly woman. She felt so useless. No one was willing to help her.
By Leonah M3 years ago in Poets
exhumed my weary heart from a coffin made of dreams, the weak lambent flicker was soon to turn me igneous, yet fate stepped in and
The fox's eyes were in the colour green It was so mean and had a grin Lion had a great roar, The fox's earbuds were tore,
The Sleepers No matter what each day dawns anew, Bringing with it possibilities undertaken by few. Each door that stands before me and you,
I'm still in our house. We were happy together. Very wealthy. We had money. Good jobs. Cars, Beautiful house. But he left me.
By Nelo3 years ago in Poets
Muddy Dirt Roads In times gone by when I was just a child, During days when life was meek and mild. I held a hand that led me forward,
i had a name til I had none shackled, stolen, broken boned ripped from good stripped searched laid bare metal to my brow
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Poets
