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

The Light-Borne Child
Somewhere inside is a child of light. who keeps me holding on when I want not. She truly could be such a pretty sight, if I were to let her out of my thoughts.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
RUIN
All that remains of us is blood and bone. The bodies waste away, the souls go home. We Heaven-sent of demon-blood have flown
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
A lantern in the dark
A lantern in the dark Lightened by the flame Glowing like a heart That has never felt the pain It sits all alone end of a beaten path
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
Revelation Of The Gospel Of Hustle Culture
We All Wear Masks... We Choose to Represent Ourselves in One Way or Another... Show the World what We Want them to See. But Here is the Thing...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Kintsugi Mirror
Mirror mirror before me stand tall Tell me how my words mean nothing at all I stare you in agony screaming from the soul Complaints of words in forms you think I don’t know
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Lamplighter of Lost Dreams. Runner-Up in Lantern Light Challenge.
I'm at the Craft bar staring at Fixed Wheel. The bartender glares, he wants something, but I'm not giving it. Not yet.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Boot Laces
dirty fingernails shook as they struggled to tie bloody boot laces
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
The (Color) Theory of Goodbye
You left me on red, said goodbye before yellow. Orange you sad?
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Left on Red
I cannot bear it, losing such magnificence. You left me on red.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Shades of Gray
Your hues fade to grey like the sunset's rays, and yet I remain the same.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
What is a Shadow?
What is a Shadow? A darkness on the day A sad nonspeaking fellow, who goes the wrong way He can not move on his own, he waves when others do
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
Vocal Broke My Short Storytelling Skills
I've learned the craft from the very beginning, reliving what's past. Piercing the thin foil of my fragile psyche. I wandered through fields, down dirt roads, and along major streets.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets