vintage

Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.

See No Evil
While her body sings, waking without asking permission from the day, she moves toward herself as one returns from a long exile,
By Stephen Betancourt5 months ago in Poets
Queenie
I wrote this in 1967. I am sharing from my creative analog world of 1967 to my very digital world in 2026. Adobe Firefly Once I was among a group
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
The Cat's Pajamas
F_AST DANCING to Jazz music like there is no tomorrow L_ETTING GO of the War's tragedies and the Influenza's sorrows A_PPAREL inspired by the discovery of King Tut
By Lightning Bolt ⚡5 months ago in Poets
Viking Sparring, Spat
Scandinavian scandalous seafaring wild warriors, foresee, they searched the sea, to every laboring, lofty degree. From 9th to the 11th century,
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Screaming from the rooftops. Top Story - May 2026.
I screamed from the rooftops today I screamed as loud as I could. My closest and dearest all to the furthest and coldest could hear my voice; but they tilted their head in disbelief.
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
THE KEY. Top Story - May 2026.
I wrote this poem in 1968 sitting in my room of orange shag carpet, bright blue walls, I wrote this in 1968 after the 1967 Summer of Love. I TYPED ON AN ELECTRIC TYPEWRITER back then. Here are the papers from then, in cursive writing, So when anyone is checking for AI I have the papers.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Stitching Rhyme to Verse
This piece began in 1968, when I was 18 and stitching rhyme to verse in a bright room, thinking I was the only lonely one. I stepped back into that voice today and let her speak again.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
The Laughing Space Clown
From a 1979 poem written during my LA Times paste-up days to a 2026 film with my own vocals. Green, black, rainbows and a literal rainbow on a brown/beige striped couch.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Dear May 2026
Dear May, Bluebonnets bloom beside blue poppies striving to open early. Berries form, only we must wait for August’s hands.
By Andrea Corwin 6 months ago in Poets
THERE USED TO BE A TIME ..
THERE USED TO BE A TIME... There used to be a time, when I used to get hurt, But now I am just broken.. There used to be a time,
By Utsarga_writes6 months ago in Poets
Irish daisy
Like a seed I wish to bloom for eternity. Like a petal that falls from a flower, I wish to regrow and try again Maybe then again I can blossom into something more beautiful.
By Sweet&Sour_Margarita6 months ago in Poets
1972
I dreamed I took my grandchildren back to a world that I once knew I wanted them to see all the changes that have occurred since 1972.
By Shirley Belk6 months ago in Poets