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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Survival of the Inner Child
Inside of my soul tendencies attaining purity are existing Never lost curiosity, never lost receptiveness A world such as this one
savage writerPublished 4 years ago in PoetsBack in time for summer
What was so magical way back then that makes you want to do it all over again. The sun shone a little bit brighter and lasted much longer.
Lucinda LacePublished 4 years ago in PoetsPebble Treble
Small white pebble Of high note treble A singular song does sing Immense pride and joy will bring River blushing and rushing
Rowan FinleyPublished 4 years ago in Poetsglass houses
once, an old victorian greenhouse was tucked into a corner of a very old property, it's quaint domes and spires with slow melted glass curvy and throwing reflection in the torchlight.
susan marie loehePublished 4 years ago in PoetsThe 80's
Living in the 80’s What a joy, It was so much fun I was a tomboy. Fluro clothes, Lycra and leg warmers, While on tv
Janelle barkerPublished 4 years ago in PoetsSylvester the Firebeard
Many centuries ago once lived a pirate , Known for being cruel, vicious, and irate. Though he was unkempt and uncouth ,
Halden MilePublished 4 years ago in PoetsMy Take On Ozymandias
The meaning of power, within Ozymandias, is someone who possesses authority and a great social structure which lasts for a long time. Ozymandias, by Percy Shelly, is a poem about a king who was known to be “the best of the best.” He was the one who had a lot of power but overtime lost a lot of power and almost became nothing. Although he had a statue, there was almost nothing left but the legs and the hip. Throughout the poem, we can see that the idea of power can be considered as something that’s misused, temporary, and forgotten.
Euridice
Vacantly, eyes stare into the frozen earth The hollow tunnel surrounds even the smallest whisper Stifling the cries to forever silence.
Brianna Lynn GalliganPublished 4 years ago in PoetsThis moment
The moment we've all been waiting for hasn't yet arrived. How do we agree to this moment? Take in that we can't leave our house to go have fun or go see our favorite loved ones.
Yuri KenanPublished 4 years ago in PoetsVoyage
So the myth unfolds here From pages marred with brushstrokes of ocean The beleaguered boat sloshing to shore In a brawny gyre
Lana BroussardPublished 4 years ago in PoetsTaffy Was A Coal Miner
Taffy was a coal miner, dedicated to the pit He worked from being ten years old He loved his job and never once regretted it
marie381ukPublished 4 years ago in PoetsSt.Patricks Day Cheer
The luck of the Irish shine on yours today May the sun always shine on your shoes And if by chance you're feeling down
marie381ukPublished 4 years ago in Poets