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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Her Eyes
Her eyes are like two shining stars, That light up my darkest nights, They sparkle with a gentle fire, That fills me with delight.
Afee WritesPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Love Song
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The Symphony of the Soul
The Symphony of the Soul, Exploring the Harmonies and Rhythms of Inner Experience. Amidst the chaos of the world outside,
ahmed zakiPublished about a year ago in PoetsHigh Flight 1974
If I had the wings of an eagle, Or maybe the ears of a beagle, Perhaps I could fly But then I'd get high, And someone would make it illegal.
Dana CrandellPublished about a year ago in PoetsHappy National Meatball Day!
On National Meatball Day, We celebrate a culinary display, Of savory spheres that bring delight, A flavor-packed and scrumptious sight.
Amir HossainPublished about a year ago in Poetslost in love
A shattered heart weeps, Silent tears fall like raindrops, Lost in love's despair. Memories haunt me, Of a love that once was strong,
Afee WritesPublished about a year ago in PoetsBeyond the Known
Beyond the known, the world awaits, A mystery shrouded in unknown fates, A journey that few are brave to take, To leave behind all that's safe and fake.
Dhinesh kumar.PPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Magic of Nature: A Poem About Finding Wonder in the Natural World
In nature's vast and wondrous land Lies magic that is close at hand A world of wonder, filled with grace A sanctuary, a sacred space
cruddymoosePublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Fly and the Flea
A fly and a flea in a flue, Were imprisoned, what are they gonna do? The fly states: "Let us flee!" "We should fly!" said the flea with a plea.
Kylecovey SmithPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe limerick loser
Once upon a time there was a man named Mick. He loved to write limericks, But he sucked at the sport, Because they were way too short,
Kylecovey SmithPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Wonderful Wizard of...
The spectacular Wizard of Oz, Retired from his business because, Of a new science, Among most of his clients, He's not the Wizard he once was.
Kylecovey SmithPublished about a year ago in PoetsMighty Tighty Whities
Tighty Whities, the old school underwear, We wore them as kids, but wedgies were to beware. Briefs that are snug, But watch out for a tug.
Kylecovey SmithPublished about a year ago in Poets