Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
THE LETTER OF LOVER The imprint of your song took root, Melina And your gray eyes laugh again, Melina―Camilo Sesto (Melina)
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
Stranded on an island, so far from home, The waves crash against the shore, relentless, A little ship tossed, in the storm's vast dome.
By Becky Allred3 years ago in Poets
Don't bite off more than you can chew. Too much can stop you from having a blast. Taking on too much will make you blue. ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
O - Ornaments placed with care ’ T - Tinsel strung gently A - Angel atop the tree N - New ribbons tied in bows N - New string of lights
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Ghosts in my head Of a relationship we never had Raised by my dad But you I never set eyes on Long forgotten A dream A past deeply desired
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
The profanity of creating duality in humanity A nonexistent existence Forcing torturous courses Mapped haphazardly Wrapping and trapping us in painful happenstance
i'm suffocating all i do is thinking all i do is waiting waiting for someone to save me waiting while i watch my hair fall out
By Nina Is Free3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of darkness, my forgotten self resides, A name concealed, a story untold, where my identity hides. Loneliness, my constant companion, an unwelcome guest,
By Ms. Hellena3 years ago in Poets
C - Cheerful little people busy with Christmas chores H - Happily building toys for good little boys and girls R - Red and green hats atop towheads
A Mother Unknown In days of old, when tales were told And legends lived and breathed, There was a mother, her story untold,
By Kageno Hoshino3 years ago in Poets
In moonlight whispers, love takes flight, A dance of hearts, pure and bright. Eyes lock, a timeless embrace, Lost in the magic, a serene space.
By Muhammad Waleed Khan3 years ago in Poets
Minds are blown Humans are squeamish On Market Street The sun will burn in the morning With a lamp in hand A man was looking for a man....!
By Ahamed Thousif3 years ago in Poets
