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

VOCAL MEDIA
In the realm of words, where voices shine, There's a platform that echoes, both yours and mine. Vocal Media, a space to share,
By evans3 years ago in Poets
From Across the Room
From across the room, our eyes did meet, A symphony of hearts skipped a beat. In that fleeting moment, time stood still, And I knew in my soul, it was love's sweet thrill.
By ARTIST3 years ago in Poets
T.V. THE IDIOT BOX😂
POEM EXPLAINED IN DETAIL ! The poem you shared reflects on the concept of television, often referred to as the "idiot box," and explores its role in our lives. It delves into both the positive and negative aspects of this form of entertainment and encourages the reader to approach it with moderation and discernment. Now, let's examine the poem in more detail:
By Poetic pulse3 years ago in Poets
Grasp of the Past
Within the depths of one's weary soul, A haunting specter takes its toll, A force relentless, unseen, and vast, That grips the heart, the memories amassed.
By Anou3 years ago in Poets
Judging
Judging There is no greater calling, no greater task, Than to love people as they are, not wearing a mask. To love people for the glory of a life that’s lived,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Why everyone like moon ✨🌙
O moon! They say you are alone. But guess why everyone likes you. I tried to be like you. But you know what happened? When no one liked me alone.
By Ayesha Noor3 years ago in Poets
Have you seen Juliet.... Top Story - May 2023.
I can smell Her fragrance Being carried out in The wind... Tangible sensations Creep into my mind... I felt your kiss,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
strange kind of peace
Sometimes, when we're hurting, we find a strange kind of peace. There's a bizarre comfort in the pain we feel. We might even start craving the love that caused us nothing but suffering. Maybe it's because we miss what could have been. We're confused: Are we addicted to being sad? Do we actually enjoy it? It's all so mixed up, and we're stuck in this place where we want you back, yet we're torn between missing you and never thinking about you again.
By Hammd Ahtisham3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Soul
In shadows of the silent night, Where depths of darkness take their flight, A tapestry of words unfurls, Where whispers meet and dreams are twirled.
By Shahnoor 3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes
"Sometimes I get angry at my own laughter," And sometimes, I want to make everyone laugh! Sometimes, I keep my sadness inside;
By Ashish HEGDE3 years ago in Poets
Unveiling Radiance
Chapter 1: Burdened by Expectations In the realm of dreams, where passions reside, There dwells young Emily, her spirit undenied.
By aymen khan3 years ago in Poets
Unraveling Pride: A Journey to Love's Embrace
In the realm of love, where hearts intertwine, There exists a tale of a lover so divine. A story of passion, yet weighed down by pride,
By Lawrence Mireku Adu3 years ago in Poets