Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Author’s Note: In this poem, we journey through the complexities of Pablo Escobar—exploring the good, the evil, and the devil that shaped his legacy.
By Abdallah Sherif2 years ago in Poets
To My Gallant Knight How fiercely my heart stirs as you ride toward the field, A warrior, unbowed, in the face of battle’s call,
By chaimaa alidrissi2 years ago in Poets
I don’t care if it’s not a word I’m using it You heard If the antonym is real Then by god I’ll use anything that sounds right
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Rewriting the code To get rid of memories we hold Of times we scold Fearing the cheering of holidays And birthdays delight
You’re my my drug You’re my Dopamine dreams Raving romance Unimaginably uplifting Giddily giggling Together in the moonlight
In twilight’s glow, when skies turA love, like rivers, winds within. Not fleeting spark, nor fleeting grace, But a fire that no storm can chase.
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
There’s criminals that wear masks And criminals with guns But if you ask Who does the most damage It’s the criminals in suits and ties
Cast in bronze, captured Frozen Still Set into motion by the artist Against my Will Fabric pooling in metallic drippings
By C.Z.2 years ago in Poets
oil paint peeling slowly over time thoughts of a distant artist work sublime one piece of art amongst many loss, a crime
The hands, worn and weathered by the weight of countless days, grip the earth—familiar and foreign in the same breath. A year passes, like dust upon the wind,
Let’s tell the story of Us, How long it's been, yet we never felt odd, For our love comes from a renewable source. We fought, thought we wouldn’t survive,
By Rosheedah Muhammad2 years ago in Poets
Isn’t it cruel My stomach’s empty But my head is full Full of foolish ideas Of freedom Of peace We’re all out here Just trying to get a piece
