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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Rotting Wood, Rusty Nails
Rotting Wood, Rusty Nails Bottle caps and candy wrappers spread all around, Testimonies of yesterday and memories abound.
Dan R FowlerPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLove,Moon,Music (Chapter 6)
chapter 6 After the disaster with her metal career Tionne experienced a crisis in her professional and personal life. She’s solar solar the devil it began to abuse drugs, and alcohol. But nothing could stop the crisis. It only made everything worse.
The main articlePublished 4 months ago in PoetsA time when you laughed
In my younger days, when life was new, I smiled with joy, my heart anew. It is a time of joy, a time of play, When laughter filled my days and nights.
Ahamed ThousifPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMy dead friend
when you left my hand You were breathless I looked at your eyes I was heartless You slept peacefully but I was still awake
Dead Men's Chest
Avast! Sea dogs and mateys all, pray heed my soulful tale, Batten down the hatches, I won't yowl o'er howling gale, Chanties will not give full ear, my sorrows to surpass,
Meredith HarmonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsStranger
When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHome
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMissing Key
feeling so lost fitting nowhere a missing key with no keyhole to go home to trying hard to find someone but I don’t know where to wander
Rowan FinleyPublished 4 months ago in Poetsmisplaced
I put that feeling aside misplaced in a novel form reflection in the lenses of others from the broken mirror in front of me
Mescaline BrissetPublished 4 months ago in PoetsTake me there!
The sun made me dry what about it? fun made me cry ok chill and now you shall sit But? when will you do it? Take me there
Nairadeceba
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsTina's Task
All is quiet The night is thick Nothing is stirring Not even an owl The stars are hidden Behind the clouds Moonless night
Mother CombsPublished 4 months ago in Poets