Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
When searching for the perfect fit, It's not just size that makes it click. A perfect fit is more than that, It's a feeling that's hard to combat.
By Laura4 years ago in Poets
Love is a canvas, a palette of hues, Each shade a feeling, each stroke a muse. From crimson red to ocean blue, The colors of love are ever anew.
Imperfection is often seen as a flaw, But in truth, it's beauty that we can't ignore. For every quirk and every little mistake,
The unseen wounds, a hidden pain, A shattered heart, with a hidden stain. The scars we bear, too deep to see, Leaves us with pain, like a stormy sea.
The end of us, a bitter pill, A love that's lost, without a thrill. The moments passed, like autumn leaves, And in our hearts, a pain that cleaves.
Heartbroken nights, a lonely place, A shattered heart, with an empty space. The silence deafens, the darkness grows, As memories flood, like a painful throes.
There's a secret that lies in the heart Of every human, from end to start It's whispered in the still of night And hidden from the world's great light
By Riparian4 years ago in Poets
Regret and sorrow, an endless sea, When you're no longer here with me. A pain that cuts, so deep and true, Leaves a mark that nothing can undo.
Broken promises, a shattered dream, A heart left wounded, it would seem. Words once spoken, now left unkept, Leaves a bitter taste, like tears wept.
Decades have passed by. Remembering with a sigh. Reflecting, it has been fifty years. With many sad and happy tears. Moments from the past,
By Babs Iverson4 years ago in Poets
Teaching in Spirit Shakespeare's brilliance here to last Five hundred years past
By Sandra Doughty (.MS GYPSY)4 years ago in Poets
The nineties were cool Some people said 'eat my shorts' They liked to skateboard
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Poets
