Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
you undressed me slowly quietly and softly peelin’ off all layers of my psyche like the pages of the oldest book turn yellow with fear
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
Get some paper. Write a letter in pencil or pen. Write in any language. Fold in the paper. Make sure it will fit. Place the letter in a bottle.
By Miranda Monahan4 years ago in Poets
Lust lingered in living eternally delivered in aptitudes Longitudes versus latitudes A vice in thy attitude i desired more
By Veronica 4 years ago in Poets
His Spirit comforts me from sunrise to sunset. His Spirit picks me up when I am down. His Spirit gently dries my tears with the warmth of His whispers.
By Chayone Linda Marques DeSouza4 years ago in Poets
The smell of chestnuts in the air, the crackling of the beautiful fire for the holidays that what brings me comfort. Wrapped in a blanket full of love, the warm around me you know could see.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)4 years ago in Poets
Dirt roads draw Souls back home, Pull heart strings Towards past Where thought swirls And spin Like loved ones on dance floors
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Poets
What is it like, To leave something unfinished? When something you enjoyed, Was just left forgotten. Sometimes, It’s the little things.
By Serenity Zahnle4 years ago in Poets
Misty Mirror Man Shaving this morning I espied in my mirror an unfamiliar face Mimicking my every expression, occupying a similar space
By Andrew C McDonald4 years ago in Poets
When sickness takes a hold of you and health is not the best. The hospital can be the spot to help get well and rest. But sterile walls can get you down – a dreary sort of place.
By Dane Fuller4 years ago in Poets
We lose people as we go. It's because of this that we grow. But we’re never ready to say goodbye. So instead, we say - till we see you next time!
By Arriel4 years ago in Poets
The fields of my hometown are not as charming as gardens, but they are king in the nearby city. Its picturesque scenery, as if a pure girl, bring people can never erase the impression.
By leyr Guerra4 years ago in Poets
I feel my soul before I come to know it. A scintilla of light attuned to the vibrations of previously perceived emptiness. I am unaware of the friction that originated this spark, however, the comfort surrounds me as a mother's amauti engulfs her child that if I should truly seek this causation of origin I would arrive in it's understanding with an ovation of wisdom. A dance lasting forever, and never...
By Steçi4 years ago in Poets
