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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Arthur Rimbaud: "Bottom" and "Barbarian" (1886)
Bottom Reality being just too prickly for my illustrious self,--I was, nevertheless, transformed into a great, grey-blue carrion bird, a vulture soaring to the ceiling.--Yet, dragging one wing through the black shadows of nightfall.
Sentenced Photos
Those moments were captured and sentenced for many years, attempting every time to hold back the trapped, long-forgotten tears.
Rowan FinleyPublished 4 years ago in PoetsLadder Up
Where ya wanna go? Step, step, step. Are you ready? Let's go on up. Everybody's climbing. They're all doing it.
Rowan FinleyPublished 4 years ago in PoetsPrayers for Her (Pt. 7)
Father, Simplify her life in every possible way that you can, show her always, life's grand plan. Speak to her so that she knows it doesn't matter if clothes fit,
Rowan FinleyPublished 4 years ago in PoetsMiddle of the Night
Had me a farm, and I tried to grow tomaters Couldn't grow a 'mater to save my life Went a-gint the law, started growing marywanna
Gigi WilliamsPublished 4 years ago in PoetsCurly
Curly You were a corporal in the ox and bucks light infantry You were in command of platoon 2 D company Messages of hope you painted on glider walls
Ghost Ships
Ghost Ships (Short version) We find ourselves in the ghostly ships of the past; derelict; adrift and dead like the crew
Mr TezozomocPublished 4 years ago in PoetsSavin’ Country Face
"Savin' Country Face" He puts on a brave face And faces yet another day But nothing has changed He feels his hope continue to fray
A Fathers Son
"A Fathers Son" He found his courage, at the bottom of a bottle She found her first love, tangled beneath the golden wattle
Lost The Battle
"Lost The Battle" He's and old broken battler Who's down on his luck Hes got dust stained skin An old kelpie in his truck
CALIFORNIA GOLD AND JOHNNY REB
CALIFORNIA GOLD AND JOHNNY REB PART 2 So now we’ve made it we’re back in Tennessee Don’t have to run anymore I’m in the land of the free
Marty WestPublished 4 years ago in PoetsCALIFORNIA GOLD AND JOHNNY REB
California gold and Johnny reb I left my home in Tennessee to find some California gold Gonna strike it rich and find the mother lode
Marty WestPublished 4 years ago in Poets