vintage

Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.

THE FABRIC OF FRIENDSHIP
THE FABRIC OF FRIENDSHIP In the tapestry of life, a thread so divine, Woven with care, in a friendship's design. A bond that blossoms, a flower so rare,
By Damilola Phebe Domi3 years ago in Poets
Soju. Content Warning.
A smooth drink like something you've never had before, Drink too much and you'll end up on the floor. . Just one sip, just one shot
By Just Daniel3 years ago in Poets
Friends?
A melancholic frolic That’s what we’re here for They act like you’re important They act like they like you So long as you fit their image of you
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Old Rocking Chair
The old woman sat in her old rocking chair, Her hands coarse and crinkled with time. And there in her arms lay a babe in her care,
By Marney Studaker-Cordner3 years ago in Poets
WORRY STONE
This is a Senryu for the Smooth Challenge WORRY STONE Smooth green worry stone gifted when they were teenage now gathering dust.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
Echoes of School Days
In the halls where laughter and learning combined, Memories of school, forever enshrined. Lessons taught in classrooms, wisdom's embrace,
By Spark to Shine3 years ago in Poets
Conquered By Smooth. Content Warning.
Your skin, supple and smooth the glide and slide The toll of the roll tumble and fumble beneath a cloud of smooth and soft quilting
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Childhood
that change in my day! that changed my way! It's when innocent waves of laughter were born Giggles echoed in the afternoons
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Truth. Top Story - December 2023.
7 February, 2022, past midnight Truth Lying is bad! Or so They say They’ll hate you; They’ll despise you; Cry wolf and They’ll turn a blind ear.
By Cyrus3 years ago in Poets
Smooth
In the realm of gentle grace, where touch meets silk, A symphony of softness, a whisper of milk. Smooth, the river's dance on polished stone,
By ARTIST3 years ago in Poets
Miss you
The Sun works it to another day Why it had to be today? The coffee I drink starts to mourn Why does it repeat your name?
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
Breaking the Rules
I wrote this poem when I was a senior in high school. Like so many other young ladies of the same age I was suffering teenage angst. I was attending an all girl boarding school in Middleburg, Virginia when I wrote this. I had a plan to attend university the following year. I was doing all of the things that I was told I was supposed to do. I followed all of the rules.
By Karolyn Denson Landrieux3 years ago in Poets