Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
This is not meant to portray any characters. This is a fiction piece for women in the year of 2024. No representation of people, places, things as this is a fictional piece.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Poets
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
amidst birthe ande deathe the delicate importance of separatione to finishe or commence to breake ande be whole it's in the middle
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Mankind lost in a maze There are 8 billion in the population We all are stuck in the race It is time to wake up from imagination
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Why Don't you take a rest Wait for a while to make everything your best Let us all show a smile We have all reached a long mile
Just hanging from the shrub branch * Covered in pure white snow crystals ** Plump red berries waiting for birds *** A Winter Feast for Wildlife Grazing
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Blooming In beauty Gorgeous full bud Pale shade stands out On a dark green background Petals open up to reveal a Yellow heart in the very center of
Lantern Sitting alone with little to do and nothing to say, I ponder the life I’ve lived, and my purpose thus far. Could it have been lived in a less creative way,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
In the serene dawn where the sun awakens, A poem is woven, sadness forsaken. Verses of hope, in the emerging morn, Bid farewell to the night, making the heart adorn.
By Eduarda Rodrigues3 years ago in Poets
What is the shape of your dreams? nightingale with a mouth tape Something different as it seems What did I mean Right in the poem
