Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
it’s seven A.M, I’m awake again, I feel a chill in my house, I see the tail of a scampering mouse, as I scream “good morning” for all to hear,
By Moe Radosevich3 years ago in Poets
The final day has come, my time at university is done The halls that once were home now echo empty, every one I walk these paths with memories, of laughter, tears, and growth
By Ema 3 years ago in Poets
Starting from the end may lead to something true. At least, that's what Leo believed. He had always been a bit of an outsider, a quiet observer who preferred to watch from the sidelines rather than jump into the fray. It was this introspective nature that had led him down a path of discovery, one that had taken him on a journey of self-reflection and understanding.
In a world of senses, let us explore The wonders that surround us, and more For sight, there are hues of every kind A world painted with beauty, you'll find
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
In the haunted halls of this old house I hear your spectral voice, so quiet as a mouse Your ghostly form, a shadow in the night
Heartless roses, oh how they bloom Their beauty masking their impending doom Petals soft as silk, but thorns so sharp Their fragrance sweet, but their touch can harp
With eyes that see the world so bright, I marvel at the colors in sight, From the green of trees to the blue of the sky, Oh, how my eyes never tire, oh my!
By APR3 years ago in Poets
In the shadows they lurk, unseen Masters of the world, they reign supreme A secret society, shrouded in mystery Whispers of power, a dark history
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Childhood Bedroom, I am writing this short letter to you,
By ThatWriterWoman3 years ago in Poets
Oath of the Horatii Hear the oath of the Horatii cry solidarity for rome, three strophes hip hip hooray no time to weigh
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Poets
If the specimen takes Short mincing Rapid steps Its feet hurt If the specimen lurches Side to side Like ET It has knee problems
By Chuck Etheridge3 years ago in Poets
Dear Beloved, With every breath I take, I think of you, And in my heart, your love forever grew, No distance, nor time, can make me forget,
By Erma3 years ago in Poets
