vintage

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

Purple
I'm feeling nerdy here like Urkle, These limericks have come full circle, I think I really blew it, Mixing red all through it,
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Poets
Brown
Seen at conventions, festivals, and art around, This tint in every suit and gown, Gears and goggles galore, Sepia tones soft and hard core,
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Poets
Embracing Life's Absurdity
Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery! Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery! Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery! Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery! Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery! Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery! Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery! Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery! Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery! Life can be quite absurd, you see Like a talking dog up in a tree Or a cat that can fly Way up in the sky It's all just a big mystery!
By Arivu3 years ago in Poets
An Enduring Bond
With a twinkle in his eye, the husband looked at his wife, "You are the most beautiful woman in my life. From the moment I saw you, I knew it was fate,
By Arthi3 years ago in Poets
jester’s throne
sitting down in a plight he pondered on the ridiculousness of life in the bright suit, everything went through the roof while he cheated, someone else dared to break the same rule, collected a foolproof
By Sun Bee3 years ago in Poets
Those Dang Poets
There was a man from Nantucket Who sat on an overturned bucket He said with a grin, “Some may say it’s a sin, But all those people with poems can suck it.”
By Randi O'Malley Smith3 years ago in Poets
The Dance
Once we were wild In the temple of the forest we filed The hum-di-dum-dum of the drum Filled the air As the moonlight glare
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
The Vintage Memories
In the vintage world of memories There are moments that still shine bright And the vintage soul within me Longs to relive those moments with all its might The vintage songs were a melody of life That echoed in the heart and soul And the vintage dances were a work of art That spoke of love and joy untold The vintage photos were a glimpse in time Of moments captured forevermore And the vintage letters were a treasure trove Of memories that still make my heart soar The vintage clothes were a work of art With details that were so fine And the vintage hairstyles were a thing of beauty That spoke of an era so divine The vintage cars were a sight to see With curves and lines that were so bold And the vintage movies were a story of life That spoke of an age of gold Oh, how I long to relive those vintage memories And feel the joy and love once more For in those moments of reflection My vintage soul finds its true core For in the vintage world of memories There is a beauty that cannot be denied And the vintage soul within me Will forever be my guide So let us cherish those vintage memories And hold them close to our heart For in those moments of nostalgia Our vintage soul finds its true art.
By Zenitsu3 years ago in Poets
The Rustic Charm
In the rolling hills of the countryside Where life moves at a slower pace There lies a world of rustic charm That time cannot replace The vintage homes are quaint and cozy With fireplaces that warm the soul And the vintage gardens are a work of art With flowers in every hue and roll The vintage furniture is solid wood With carvings that tell a story And the vintage curtains are a work of art That add a touch of whimsy to the glory The vintage food is simple and hearty With flavors that delight the tongue And the vintage drinks are sweet and refreshing Like a song that has just been sung The vintage crafts are works of love With details that are so fine And the vintage games are simple and fun Like a memory that's divine Oh, how I long for that rustic world Where life is a little more serene And the vintage soul within me Feels alive in every scene For in this vintage world of wonder There is a beauty that cannot be denied And the rustic charm that lies within Will forever be my guide So let us embrace the vintage life And cherish every moment that we find For in those moments of simplicity We find the beauty of a vintage kind.
By Zenitsu3 years ago in Poets
The Vintage Soul
In a world of endless noise and haste Where technology reigns supreme I find myself drawn to a time When life was a little more serene The vintage soul within me Yearns for a simpler time When moments were treasured like gold And life was a little more sublime The vintage streets were lined with trees And the houses were quaint and grand And the people were a little more genteel In this vintage wonderland The vintage fashion was a work of art With styles that were unique and rare And the vintage music was a symphony That swept the soul with care The vintage books were leather-bound And the pages were worn with time And the stories they told were timeless With messages that were sublime Oh, how I long for that vintage world Where life was a little more refined And the vintage soul within me Could truly be entwined For in this vintage world of wonder There was a beauty that cannot be denied And the vintage soul within me Will forever be my guide.
By Zenitsu3 years ago in Poets
Memories of Yesterday
In the golden light of morning As the sun rises up above I find myself lost in memories Of a time long gone, but not forgotten love The vintage world of yesteryear Was a place of beauty and charm Where every moment was a treasure And life held a certain kind of charm The streets were lined with vintage shops And the storefronts were adorned with care And the people were a little more genteel In this vintage wonderland so rare The vintage cars were works of art With sleek lines and shiny chrome And the vintage music was a symphony That would take you far away from home The vintage homes were grand and stately With wraparound porches and gardens so green And the vintage clothes were truly unique With styles that you had never seen Oh, how I long for that vintage world Where life was a little more refined And the memories of yesterday Forever haunt my mind For in this vintage world of wonder There was a beauty that cannot be denied And the vintage soul within me Will forever be my guide So let us cherish those memories Of a time long gone, but not forgotten love For in those moments of nostalgia We find solace in the beauty above.
By Zenitsu3 years ago in Poets
The Vintage Vagabond
In the vintage world of yesterday There was a sense of adventure in the air And the vintage soul within me Longs to explore and wander there The vintage roads were winding and long And the countryside was vast and grand And the vintage people were friendly and warm In this vintage wonderland The vintage shops were filled with treasures From all corners of the earth And the vintage foods were exotic and rare With flavors that gave life a new birth The vintage trains were a sight to see With carriages that told a story And the vintage planes were a work of art That soared the skies in all their glory The vintage books were a world of wonder With tales of far-off lands and sea And the vintage maps were a roadmap to adventure That called to the heart of me Oh, how I long to be a vintage vagabond With a vintage suitcase in my hand And the vintage world before me A treasure trove of promise and grand For in this vintage world of adventure There is a beauty that cannot be denied And the vintage soul within me Will forever be my guide So let us set out on a vintage journey And explore the world with all our might For in those moments of adventure We find the vintage soul's true delight.
By Zenitsu3 years ago in Poets