Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
I. Introduction Once upon a time, in a kingdom of words and stories, there lived a young poet named Leo. Leo was passionate about his craft, but he often struggled to find the right words to express his feelings. He spent hours pouring over old books of poetry, searching for the key to unlocking his creative potential. Despite his efforts, he still felt unfulfilled, as if something was missing from his work.
By Ivy Lane4 years ago in Poets
With calloused hands, they work the earth, The tireless farmers, of great worth. They rise before the sun, and toil till night,
By M Anandaraj 4 years ago in Poets
In the halls of justice, the gavel strikes with a sound, A symbol of authority, that resounds. The judge presides, over the court with care,
In the temple of muscle and steel, We enter to transform, and to feel. To push our limits, and test our might, And to emerge, with a sense of pride and light.
In the corners of our homes, they spin their silent webs, Weaving their intricate patterns, without any words. The silent spinners, the arachnids so small,
The mind it twists, and turns within, A labyrinth of thoughts, that no one can win, A fragile thing, that's easily swayed,
Women stand strong, like mountains high, With a grace and courage, that cannot die, They hold the world, on their slender frame,
The widow stands, with head held high, Despite the loss, that's filled her sky, A symbol of strength, and courage untold,
The old age home, a place of rest, For those whose days, are truly blessed, With memories of life, now far behind, And the solitude, of aging in mind.
The truth it shines, like the morning sun, A beacon of hope, when all seems done, A light that guides, through the darkest night,
The rich man sits, in his mansion tall, With wealth and comfort, at his beck and call, But what of the burden, that wealth can bring,
The butterfly flits, through the summer air, With wings so delicate, and a beauty so rare, A symbol of change, and of nature's grace,
