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

The Ghost of a Mother
He lives with his phantom mother In a flat that he inherited from her Each day, he ponders why He can't find a suitable girlfriend to fill the void in his heart
By Sun Bee4 months ago in Poets
~The Raven to the Sky!~
~The Raven to the Sky! ~ The Raven The Raven The Raven, Speaks again. The silence Of injustice Through the years, Through the years
By Jennifer Cooley4 months ago in Poets
No, Don’t turn around now
You hear it now, don’t you? That scraping sound beneath the anthem,  that crack beneath the stars and stripes,  the hiss of something hungry  slipping through the seams of a nation that once swore never again.
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
You’re not going
My mirror asked again the same question Are you going to carry it again? The broken years. The names that still taste like rust.
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
Wisdom of the old hearts! a second version!
Wisdom of the old hearts! a second version! She walked the world with searching eyes, Her heart adrift beneath wide skies.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.4 months ago in Poets
The King's Horse
"Get up, Georgie. The human is coming to saddle you." "Already? I'm still sore from Bromswell. My legs haven't stopped shaking."
By Rene Volpi 4 months ago in Poets
Wisdom of the old hearts! 3rd part!
I need to honor her! Me, a wandering young soul and the careful and the ever-worried heart of a woman born a few years before 1900 and who carried the emblem of her family and love for God until the late 80s! I believe she passed away in 1994 or 1995!
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.4 months ago in Poets
Piers to Infinity
I found this photo in my archives. This photo was taken 2014 in Fulton, Texas. Living there was a duality of inequality. The photo was taken with my Canon Rebel. Politics is very dark in Texas. I only found light at the ocean with the birds and photography. As an empath this was my favorite spot to meditate, breathe, and sigh about how beautiful this scenario was that day I took the photo. I am away from their politics but the ugliness of oil pollution on the beaches on Corpus Christie was devastating. Why do people value the dollar more than beauty? I remember the day I shot this photo. Peace, love, and understanding are important but today's environment is nasty towards truth and beauty. I choose the light. This Cali girl will not leave California.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
The Taneeshiad
O mother of all wisdom let my pen write the tale of when the world was chaotic and lacking of heroes and a monster made of metal and the source of all plenty as it’s blood was born in the world’s water.
By Eldvar4 months ago in Poets
The Day I Stopped Waiting
I stopped waiting for your message today, Not because the memories faded away, But because my heart finally understood, That some endings are disguised as good.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun4 months ago in Poets
SITTIN' IN MY BLUE ROOM . Top Story - June 2026. Content Warning.
SITTIN IN MY BLUE ROOM 1967 This is a 1967 poem from my archives. The world in the 60s was a different place. Girls were 2nd class citizens. Boys were perfect in every way. I am sharing these poems to focus on staying in 2026. I believe in equality for all. Let’s learn to love not to hate. Girls need college and careers not top to just rattle pots and pans.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
“From Nowhere to Nowhere”. Content Warning.
I wrote this poem when I was 17 years old. It reflects the emotions, confusion, and intensity of that time in my life. I’m sharing it now as it was originally written, the voice of a young girl trying to understand herself and the world around her.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets