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

Passing Ships
There once was a small, quiet coastal town that sat at the edge of the vast ocean. The townspeople were a simple and peaceful bunch, who went about their daily lives, fishing, farming, and running their small businesses. Every now and then, a ship would pass by the town, making its way to its next destination, but the townspeople never paid them much attention. They were content with their quiet lives, and the ships were just a passing curiosity.
By Erma3 years ago in Poets
Again in here
Oh look this beauty in her voice and his way acting as if they were for real engaged the energy synchronized the double effect of yin and yang how does it even not surprise me that much
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 3 years ago in Poets
BOTTLE BOTTLE
A bottle, a vessel of glass or plastic With endless possibilities, fantastic It holds within it, liquid or potion A source of refreshment or sweet emotion
By Ema 3 years ago in Poets
Who Would I Be if I Didn’t Have Hope?
Dear The One (who got away) [for now] “Who are you anyway?” You asked me this years ago. Not directly. It was in a text that read, “W.a.y.a?” You always did have that subtle nature about you. You hide your profoundness behind your vagueness. It’s part of your charm. To this day, I’m still not certain what you meant by it. Maybe you were weary of me. Or perhaps you were cautious of yourself and what was raging inside of you. Either way, it stuck with me, just like everything you do. It makes for a great question. So I’ll ask it back to you. Who are you anyway? Are you really this person I’ve built up in my head? Is the tint on my glasses a little too rosy? Or do these lenses accurately depict the endless garden that is your existence? I side with the latter. The world of “us” is based in reality, but it is forged in imagination. Distance has a cruel way of doing that, and believe me, I have felt every mile. What we are dwells in the shadows of what we could be, of what we should be. And if you ever come to look for me, you will find me there, basking in our memories as I lay in endless want of you.
By Daniel K3 years ago in Poets
Starting from the End
These lines are for marking the day....when a little journey of one of my life experiences ended. I met new people.....I find new chances.....lots of things to learn.....and watched myself crying and getting broken many times....but every time these emotions gave me the idea that how can I be better.....how I can make myself up to the mark...
By Ema 3 years ago in Poets
Gala Night
Dear my ****** For it is about anyone but couldn’t be when I see you coming down from the top of the sun. Rise or set, my heart let’s you take me along with the roaring tides. As I’ve been down below hearing the laughter and joys which I should join and let it be mine. It is only above that I get to witness the ones. So, I push my malice aside and reach my hand out for another last stride. A Masquerade of my own but ill dance to one last tone.
By DakTH3 years ago in Poets
Golden scare
mom’s jewelry box, safe You love each piece, part of you Can trauma sting gold?
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Who Ya Gonna Call?
Long before Cosplay was a thing Before VHS and DVDs Before streaming video Before Movies on Demand, Before the birth, and death, of Blockbuster
By Chuck Etheridge3 years ago in Poets
Prepare to be transported back in time to an era of unparalleled beauty and elegance.
The interior design of ancient Egypt is a testament to the creativity, ingenuity, and skill of the ancient Egyptians. From the palaces and houses of prominent personalities to the temples and tombs of pharaohs and other important figures, the interior design of ancient Egypt was a reflection of the culture, beliefs, and values of its people.
By Decosmart3 years ago in Poets
"SKY;" : Another verse from the song
SONG : IN YOUR EYES SINGER: ROBIN SCHULZ MY WORDS: See the color of the sky, Slowly turn from black and white, A world now shrouded in darkness,
By Eshna Eman 3 years ago in Poets
Syed Shah Shams Alam Hussaini Raichur
Hazrat Syed Shah Shams Alam Hussaini Raichur He is a very pious person of Raichur and rests in this city. Hazrat name is Syed Ahmed but his Real name is Syed Shah Shams Alam Hussaini his father's name is Syed Jalaluddin alias Syed Shah Chanda Hussaini and his younger brother's name is Syed Mohammed his name is Hazrat Syed Shah Noor Alam Hussaini and he belongs to Sadat family.
By mir quadeer sultan3 years ago in Poets
How to cherish On Vocal Media
INSTAGRAM What Is Vocal Media ? Vocal Media is an online publishing platform that allows writers to share their stories, articles, and other written content with a global audience. It was founded in 2016 and has since become a popular destination for writers of all levels and genres to showcase their work, connect with other writers and readers, and earn money through a system of tips and payments.
By Rijo Raj3 years ago in Poets