Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Shutting the door on the past, it's tough. All the memories resurface, nowhere to hide. Those internal wounds ache and sting,
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
You want to say goodbye to everyone you know and why. I can't say it's a good thing, but it can— can be done. ~ People need people
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Before CCTV, We Had Edna and gran Before the cameras, codes and drones We had old Edna, two doors down and Gran She saw it all from lace-trimmed zones
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Traveling gypsy, quite tipsy… on creative juice. Goofy truce, instruments strum, voices hum. Baggy pants swish; an odd potluck rests in familiar porcelain dishes.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
“Let Me Entertain You” "I'm a burning effigy of everything I used to be. You're my rock of empathy, My Dear."
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Some days feel like your brain has packed its bags and gone on vacation without telling you. You wake up, and from that moment on, everything feels off. That is exactly the kind of day we are talking about here a comedy of small mistakes, forgotten chores, and snack cravings, all mixed together into one messy but very real experience.
By Shahzaibabout a year ago in Poets
There are Days... Yes, Many Days Indeed... Where I Think about Disappearing. What if I just... Stopped? The Days where the Pressure begins to Break Down the Walls...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
I remember... In the childhood room with posters and pictures The two of us sat; A loom kit in our hands. * She didn't know
By Luciousabout a year ago in Poets
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
