Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
A full moon today in the sky made me think: Have you ever been still like me? Have you ever enjoyed the stardom like me? Have you ever been beautiful like me?
By Payal Motla4 years ago in Poets
My Gift It’s not often that many think of this gift, While through life’s trials we twist and shift. Trying to do the best that we know how,
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Poets
I thought I would list a few of my favourite Christmas Films along the lines of the Carol. Of course, I have missed loads but here you go.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
I Once met a man who needed someone to choose his virtual clothes A textile factory he had with a wife named 🌹 It seemed like a dream one New Year’s Day
By Ocusan M4 years ago in Poets
The sides of a mountain range waits. Waits for what? It does not know. Rugged terrain is its face of granite, clay, and minerals.
By Lizzie Alan4 years ago in Poets
I walk slowly through the house Tap, tap, tap, tap. Is it behind or ahead? I try a door It is locked, or jammed, or held?
By Simon Curtis4 years ago in Poets
Coffee stains the page Thoughts run through From anger, joy, rage and displacement Where do you belong What’s your place the world
By Christine Lindsey 4 years ago in Poets
A Time to Heal Along life’s journey, we crawl and walk and run, From cradle and through life’s challenges until it's all done.
Summer has passed her by, time has moved on, Autumn has crept up, is now upon her, No child of her loins, that time, he has gone,
By Emma Datson4 years ago in Poets
Strawberry full moon, is rising above, Whilst Capricorn is blue, dreaming below, Along the river she goes, seeking love. Even though, she is already aglow.
What must I do to prove my love? If I started sending you flowers, Would you understand, Understand like Victorian gentlemen once did,
This time I present you an iris, I hope you hear its message. You give me anemones and say you are forsaken, Accompanied with basil, as you hate yourself so much.
