Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Age is a fun game to play, With vision, balance and memory decay, But age without wit, Does not seem to fit, Hurray for the hair in the tray.
By Michael Luning4 years ago in Poets
My age and vision collide, Monet would certainly take pride, Of a blurry delight, That gives me a fright, Computer screen possibly fried.
Living In Fear With somber sleepy eyes I stand and look, Over the years I’ve been given, the roads that I took. There were many adventures to which I lay claim,
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Poets
Gratitude is a feeling so pure, A joy that makes our hearts secure. It fills us up with warmth and light, And makes our troubles seem so slight.
By Dhinesh kumar.P4 years ago in Poets
There was a young limey named John Who drank rum from night until dawn Along came a hack Name of Ol' Cap'n Jack Asking why is the rum always gone?
By Veronica Coldiron4 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, When all is dark and still, I think of you, my love, And the earring of my heart fills. It's a precious adornment,
By Laura4 years ago in Poets
The Absurdity of Life We all endure life's absurdities, Sometimes cruel as a knife, A path before us, but which is right,
By Lamia4 years ago in Poets
Rising high into the sky, A wonder of the ancient world, The Great Pyramid of Giza, Its secrets still unfurled. Built with stone and sweat and toil,
By Quincy.V4 years ago in Poets
She walks through the forest, tall and proud, Her magic and power, she wears like a shroud, She is the enchantress, the keeper of the wild,
By new king4 years ago in Poets
They rise before the sun each day, Ready to face what comes their way, They carry burdens that no one sees, And yet they do it all with ease.
With ink and paper I shall compose, A poem without a claim of prose, To be shared with all who wish to read, Without restriction or fee to heed.
By thamee 164 years ago in Poets
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled at the foot of a mountain range, there was a garden. The garden was once lush and abundant with a variety of flowers, herbs, and vegetables. It was a place where the villagers would come to relax, socialize, and enjoy the beauty of nature. But as the years went by, the garden was forgotten and left to wither away.
By Ezycoss4 years ago in Poets
