Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
I am lost in the songs of yours Spiderman vs friendship begins Stung by friendship spider shooting the webs throughout Radio-active
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
Something whispered My ears heard something In the twilight's hushed embrace, Where stars ignite and shadows trace, A whispered dream, a secret sigh,
Little Johnny opens a brand new box of cereal with colors, oh so bright, He’s had boring cereal before, but never this type, and knows not, his short-term energy will soon be in flight.
By Jeffrey Sparks3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of digital tide I dwell, Crafting a verse, where SEO does swell. With words aligned, and tags discreet, A poem emerges, Google's heart to beat.
My mind was pondering like a warrior. My heart was groping your Devotion. I hungered with my wondering of hopeful lust to kiss you.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
Didn't I? It must've been Mary, she caught me by surprise... Scary thing, 25 years since graduation! Can you believe it?
By LM Segal3 years ago in Poets
From the city's screams, to country's gentle sigh, A woman finds herself under the twilight sky, In the field at sunset, where shadows lie,
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of valor and honor, we gather here today, To pay tribute to a hero who's gone astray. With paws on patrol and a spirit so brave,
By Miguel Ramirez3 years ago in Poets
An Elder, with a Song entrapped, In the labyrinth of his Mind, it's wrapped. A Professor, of Architecture's lore, Seeks the Song's elusive Door.
In twilight's fading woofs of day, A tale unfolds, my paw's dismay. A faithful friend, now pawed and weak, A woof who longed his bark to speak.
The First Time I Saw You I saw you for the first time In the middle of a crowded room. You were standing by the window, Looking out at the city.
By Zarbaz Khan3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of love's celestial grace, There exists a bond no one can erase. A symphony of warmth, gentle and pure, A mother's love, steadfast and sure.
By TOWOLAWI TUNDE3 years ago in Poets
