Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Listen well to me: I AM NOT REAL. False promise. Freedom is here... now.
By ARC4 years ago in Poets
When will you let go? I am not there anymore... Freedom is here... now.
Do old timepieces Face eternity, waiting In second-hand shops? In horology, a movement, also known as a caliber, is the mechanism of a watch or timepiece, as opposed to the case, which encloses and protects the movement, and the face, which displays the time.
By Lea Waske 4 years ago in Poets
Pictures of scraped knees The world was once our playground Joyous pain, woven
By Vincent Lee Blaison4 years ago in Poets
Conquered by bullets, Death stalks like a dream at night I wait for the dawn.
By Kale Sinclair4 years ago in Poets
Grandma are you here Tell me a story today About yesterday
By Daniel Lestrud4 years ago in Poets
The Graying Some worry that they’ll never be heard, Shouting from the rooftops, they’re absurd. Ranting and raving about little or nothing,
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Poets
Remember the book Time this has gone by before Read me a story
If you can see me I need to be free hippie I love the sixties
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Poets
Do I Hear Music Rattle me a rhythm sound Play me a record
Memories lost mind Remember me not today Photobook on shelf
The sea sings a melody, A song of waves and wind, A symphony of salt and spray, A tune that never ends. It rises and it falls,
By thamee 164 years ago in Poets
