Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Leprechauns shaking shillelaghs As the leper cons say pay me Butterflies in disguise as they spin their lies Spiders trickling down
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
1. I built you a home inside the quiet spaces of my lonely ribs. 2 Your hands- soft thunder, breaking me, rebuilding me,
By PSYGENIUS2 years ago in Poets
Welsh Costumes where stories bloom, Welsh costumes shine, dispelling gloom. Bright red skirts that twirl and sway, crimson tops
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The daily wage.... He is tall and handsome He has no shortcomings He is young He has good strength He does not have a proper
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
With love to my daughter, I am afraid that if you take me close to you and tell me a little bit about life, I will understand that you have given me that little heart of yours.
Love is when the flowers smell just a little louder. The birds—they chirp in lilacs a tone or two up higher. When you smell the thoughts behind the word or two they say.
By Cristal S.2 years ago in Poets
Sir Winston Churchill’s Ghost In midnight halls, he lingers on, A shadow in a bowler hat, a leader gone. Cigar smoke curling through the silent air,
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By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
1.Mold me from moon dust,shape my soul within your hands,break me, build again. 2.Splinters of our past,scattered whispers in the dark,you still breathe in me.
"Mad in Your Love" Your laugh—a golden stream, Your gaze—the moon’s silver dream. Time whispers, "You’re love’s perfect sway,"
By SINDHI AHMED2 years ago in Poets
A rose unfurls in crimson hue, Bathed in morning’s gentle dew. Yet beauty thrives where sorrow stays, Red not just from love—but wounds that stay.
By Ezria Caelis.2 years ago in Poets
1. Nights that Burn The moon feels too far, sleep hides in some other world, tonight lasts too long. 2. Shadows in Rain
