Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
By abdul4 years ago in Poets
The Symphony of the Soul, Exploring the Harmonies and Rhythms of Inner Experience. Amidst the chaos of the world outside,
By ahmed zaki4 years ago in Poets
If I had the wings of an eagle, Or maybe the ears of a beagle, Perhaps I could fly But then I'd get high, And someone would make it illegal.
By Dana Crandell4 years ago in Poets
On National Meatball Day, We celebrate a culinary display, Of savory spheres that bring delight, A flavor-packed and scrumptious sight.
By Amir Hossain4 years ago in Poets
A shattered heart weeps, Silent tears fall like raindrops, Lost in love's despair. Memories haunt me, Of a love that once was strong,
By Afee Writes4 years ago in Poets
Beyond the known, the world awaits, A mystery shrouded in unknown fates, A journey that few are brave to take, To leave behind all that's safe and fake.
By Dhinesh kumar.P4 years ago in Poets
In nature's vast and wondrous land Lies magic that is close at hand A world of wonder, filled with grace A sanctuary, a sacred space
By cruddymoose4 years ago in Poets
A fly and a flea in a flue, Were imprisoned, what are they gonna do? The fly states: "Let us flee!" "We should fly!" said the flea with a plea.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Poets
Once upon a time there was a man named Mick. He loved to write limericks, But he sucked at the sport, Because they were way too short,
The spectacular Wizard of Oz, Retired from his business because, Of a new science, Among most of his clients, He's not the Wizard he once was.
Tighty Whities, the old school underwear, We wore them as kids, but wedgies were to beware. Briefs that are snug, But watch out for a tug.
Oh I’m sorry, I can not deny it I don’t want to hear of your diet It bores me to tears I won’t get back those years Just slurp up your soup and be quiet!
By Jo Darrall4 years ago in Poets
