vintage
Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Tattoo Series
Tattoo Series prologue I was raised by a badass mother with some seriously cool ink. My older sister was a rebel from a young age, and she instilled in me a sense of IDGAF that I still carry with me to this day. Both women, along with countless media icons (Billie Joe, anyone?), inspired my love for body art. Folks with tattoos are the best of our kind. They have always fascinated me. I often find myself staring, wondering what each individual piece means to the owner. Maybe they mean nothing. Maybe they mean everything.
By Amanda Reifert3 years ago in Poets
Echoes of the Metropolis
In the city's heart, where buildings rise, And neon lights paint the urban skies. Amidst the hustle, the frantic pace, A quiet corner, a hidden space. Through bustling streets and crowded squares, A symphony of life, each moment wears. The laughter, the tears, the dreams that soar, In the city's heartbeat, forevermore. Beneath the stars, obscured by glow, Lies a world where dreams still flow. Where artists paint with words and rhyme, Capturing moments frozen in time. In the silence of the midnight hour, The poet seeks their inner power. To weave their tales of love and pain, In verses that forever remain. Through the chaos and the noise, The poet finds their sacred poise. In the rhythm of the urban beat, Their words find solace, bittersweet. So let us pause in the city's throng, And listen to the poet's song. For in their verses, we may find, The beauty in the daily grind.
By Mohameen Moshood3 years ago in Poets
