Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
In lands afar, where dreams take flight, I ventured forth, under foreign light. Across oceans vast, and mountains high, In the embrace of newness, I learned to fly.
By Airam James3 years ago in Poets
In the stillness of twilight's embrace, Where shadows dance in gentle grace, A whisper soft, a tender sigh, A melody of love drifting nigh.
By JADU 3 years ago in Poets
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
In the dance of hearts, we find our rhythm, Two souls, entwined, in love's prism. With each step, a story unfolds, In the tapestry of relationships, bold.
In shadows lurks a feeling deep, Where envy wakes from silent sleep. Its eyes, a shade of verdant hue, Cast glances tainted, dark and true.
The existential threat of living every day creates plaguing conditional thoughts of why; when parts of you, you once loved have passed away. To grieve the loss of parts of yourself holds no promises of perfect healing. People may tell you to wait out the dark because light is inevitable like the rising of the sun but what they fail to say or remind you is that grieving the loss parts of you is gone and that you should try to love the broken pieces of what’s left.
By Cadma3 years ago in Poets
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
By HONEY3 years ago in Poets
Everything was made of plastic Rubber clothes to chew on Legs swinging from a park bench Waiting for your sister to be done playing
By Rowan Riley3 years ago in Poets
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,
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Poets
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
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Licking at the facade Worshiping a nameless god Only to realize All efforts will be forgot Break your back all you want
In cogs and chimes, her childhood spun, With gears that whispered, secrets won. Her father's hands, a symphony, Crafting moments, wild and free.
By Buzu3 years ago in Poets
