vintage

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

  • Louis Nicholas
    Published 2 years ago
    Homeric Heroism

    Homeric Heroism

    To what extent did Homer view Odysseus as a heroic figure?
  • Mish Graham
    Published 2 years ago
    Across Many Waters ​

    Across Many Waters ​

    Lonely on a bus to the shore
  • Rachael Rumancek
    Published 2 years ago
    The Story of Christmas' Eve

    The Story of Christmas' Eve

    Hidden away among the coastal Maine cold,
  • Almárëa Laurësil
    Published 2 years ago
    The Values of Old

    The Values of Old

    Books and stories can reveal much about the author who wrote them and the period at which they lived. Whether it be their dialect or actions, characters tend to reflect how people were during that time. In the poem Beowulf, one can learn the values of the Anglo-Saxon society. For example, the main hero Beowulf and others show strong characteristics of bravery, loyalty, and faithfulness to God.
  • Courtney Hughes
    Published 2 years ago
    A Soldier's Diary

    A Soldier's Diary

    How can something meant for protection
  • Nathan Veasey
    Published 2 years ago
    The Book of Hell and Paradise

    The Book of Hell and Paradise

    Have you ever wondered how we got the idea of such a thing as heaven or hell? Well, it all started out with humans. Our minds are massive and we can't help that we are curious. It is literally wired into our brain to wonder about the unknown question of why. One of the main things we can't figure out is why we were created and more importantly what will happen to us when we die.
  • Johnny Vedmore
    Published 2 years ago
    Hannah for Hannah Cullwick

    Hannah for Hannah Cullwick

    Crocus and Hartshorn washed off knives.
  • Melanie castillo
    Published 2 years ago
    I Have an Old Soul

    I Have an Old Soul

    I have an old soul
  • Teela
    Published 2 years ago
    My Name Was Caoimhe

    My Name Was Caoimhe

    Here is what I know:
  • A. R. Ambrosi
    Published 2 years ago
    Media

    Media

    I remember the shine of compact discs
  • Rachael
    Published 2 years ago
    The Brown Ceramic Mug

    The Brown Ceramic Mug

    Quietly sitting on an old wooden chair, I hear the hum of the machine heating the water in the brown ceramic mug. Darkness creeps through the window blanketing the small room as I rise to retrieve the small bag of leaves, ginger, and peach that would soon drown in the hot water in the brown ceramic mug. Beep! Beep! Beep! My trained brain responds automatically to happily reclaim my brown ceramic mug and plunge the bag of tea into the steaming liquid. Snatching a teaspoon from within the silverware drawer and pulling the sugar jar from the back of the dish-piled counter, I easily unscrew the lid and sprinkle some of the sweet crystals into the brown ceramic mug and give it a quick stir. The wooden floor creaks as I shuffle through the small room and up the stairs to another room full of books, a comfy armchair, and memories of a past life. Under the protection of a rouge blanket and comforted by a pillow made with love from a great grandmother who is now resting eternally, I enjoy my first sip of evening peace.
  • Cierra Merryman
    Published 2 years ago
    Fairytales

    Fairytales

    As children, we are told stories,