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

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The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Trauma
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The First Kiss of a New Dawn
In the quiet hum of the breaking day, Where shadows linger, yet fade away, I felt the touch of something new, A spark, a light—so pure, so true.
By Masood Zahidabout a year ago in Poets
Falling Forward in the Dark
I stumbled first, then lost my way, Each step a bruise, each breath a sway. The darkness wrapped its cold embrace, A never-ending, shadowed race.
By Masood Zahidabout a year ago in Poets
I am an act of rebellion
Tales of long-lost love, where a princess yearns for a man’s plea To be redeemed for her desolation, waiting for someone who sets her soul free.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Why everyone sounded like something in a sci-fi movie about AI Art
Why everyone sounded like something in a sci-fi movie about AI Art A study of the future of rise, controversy, and mechanical creativity a few years ago. It's everywhere today - from Instagram reels and album covers to graphic novels and museum displays. But what is AI art, why is it a trend, and why does it trigger such a passionate conversation in a creative world?
By Md Asraf Hosainabout a year ago in Poets
The Skeleton King’s Redemption
They crowned him king in hollow halls, With jewels black and crumbling walls. His bones were white as winter's breath— A monarch carved from lies and death.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Poets
Worthy of the Stump
In line with the recent them the creative agents in my mind have been running with, we follow the life of a magic seed. Springing forth into life and a life worth living. The trials and tribulations it goes through only make it stronger, just as they have done for me.
By Tales from a Madmanabout a year ago in Poets
The Shape of Grief
Grief does not knock— It enters like dusk, Filling corners with shadows And silencing clocks. It creeps into morning With yesterday’s name
By Allen Rihababout a year ago in Poets
Northern Light
Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Apache Indian Love So dear
Apache Indian Love So dear Two Apache Indians fell in love On a beautiful summer’s night. They sat there by the riverside,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Lyrics In My Pocket
I’ve Lyrics in my pocket and I'm caught between the lines No pictures in my locket my self doubt should be a crime I talk to my reflection
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets