vintage

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

A KINGDOM DIVIDED.. Content Warning.
Spiritual warfare we’ve long fought, Since ancient times, from traditions birthed deep in the soil, When our ancestors bowed to gods of clay and fire.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Sensory Key/Time-Jump Alchemy
My thoughts, they always wander to you, to—the memory of your love—how it felt, unconditional-non-judgemental. The warmth of your embrace, left cheek, right cheek kiss and a strong sense of belonging to something beyond my own mortal shell.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Sunshine
Driving Radio on Another poem Another stupid line Because you are my sunshine The thing that keeps me from losing my mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Weight
Strapped in my vest The weight crushing my chest Why does life always feel like a test Trapped in the vestments of life Listening to each other’s strife
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
ASLEEP
I can't see your exquisite body. I can't touch your soft skin. I can't smell your essence. I can't taste your sweet kiss.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Poets
Deviled Eggs
The deviled eggs on my legs smell Of the half-elves from hell that have sprung from their shell To quell the chaos between summer and Christmas
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Whispers from Yesterday: Poems of Historical Moments
In the vastness of the sea, where the winds whisper secrets, A colossal shape emerges, forged from iron and will. The ocean quakes beneath its weight, a monument to power,
By Anthony Michael2 years ago in Poets
Pionta Guinness, le do thoil
Ol' Arthur comes to mind as I echo the words of many before me, "Pionta Guinness, le do thoil," and watch the black stuff, the wine of Ireland, fill the curved harp-etched glass.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Artesian Water in Aluminum Cups
Aunt Beth lived in a small, south Texas town where the heat raised the earthy, sweet smell of the red dirt road and the artesian water smelled of rotten eggs.
By Leslie Staven2 years ago in Poets
The Light That lost its life
Death lay its icy hands on Siyana as she traced the reminiscence of her past. Glowing in the beauty of light, she was sunshine in every realm of her existence, with her touch she would heal and with her laugh, she would fill every soul with abundant zeal. Alas, every light that was blazed with radiance faces its plight. As she returned home, the love of her life smashed her head with a lamp, accused of shunning her chastity, in his rage he vowed to kill her. Thunder rambled across the city, hearing the sound as she looked out the window, looms of darkness surmounted their house, calling to the wind and announcing in the trumpets of air,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Overload
Smells of sensual sensationalism surrounding my nose Tingling tastes of your embrace as my lips lock with yours Hearing the hum and pitter patter as your heart beats faster
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
short of
stop short of the minority. no benefits on this fringe; the size of my sizzle alone is enough to stop short of me. stop short of an alien,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets