Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
When life comes crashing down on you, And all seems lost, with nothing new, When every step feels like a crawl, And hope seems distant, a faraway call.
By Dayaleni Rajah3 years ago in Poets
Powerful pangs, pound the ground, People panicked, nowhere to be found, Piercing cries, piercing the air, Petrified people, with a chilling stare.
JUST THINK When things go wrong, when the going gets rough, when reserves dwindle and debt piles up, when worries overwhelm you,
By YOGI_Media3 years ago in Poets
Life's absurdities can make you go mad, Sometimes leaving you feeling quite sad. One day you're up high, The next day you might die,
By Zorica Malic3 years ago in Poets
Dainty dancers from Delaware delivered a daring dance debut. They darted around in dizzying dresses defiant to disapproval. Directors distraught by the deviant dissent, declared decency must dispense of their disgraceful dance. For dancers who design such deplorable drivel, shall be in danger of displaying downright dowdiness.
By T. R.3 years ago in Poets
Amazing apple arrangement, Astonishingly appetizing and alluring, Aromatic aroma, artfully assembled, Aptly adorned, a work of art, Admired by all who approach.
By Arivu3 years ago in Poets
The Resolve It’s often been noted by those in passing, That some folks are stronger, some more dashing. With a lifetime to create the person that we want to be,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Aloof, the autumn air appears, Acrimonious whispers in my ears. Anguished thoughts, they come and go, Aberrant feelings ebb and flow.
In the garden of happiness, where flowers bloom, Butterflies flutter, and sweet fragrances consume, Nature's magic takes flight, a sight to behold,
By Arthi3 years ago in Poets
Flower fields filled with fragrant ferns Fanciful fairies frolic and flit Fluttering butterfly friends flutter by Families frolicking, feeling freedom's flight
By Adan3 years ago in Poets
Crimson curtains, cascading down, Classy concerts, in the grand old town, Charismatic conductors, in crisp white coats, Crisp classical notes, that float and bloat.
By Helen Smith3 years ago in Poets
There once was a man named Clyde, Who often stopped to ponder and bide, The absurdities of life, Like the trouble and strife,
By Vikas Mishra3 years ago in Poets
