Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Run! run!...run. Craig got awake by a sudden, horrific trembling voice which continuously repeated the word, "Run". The grey-stoned castle was a masterpiece of art in the city of Zoraaf.
By Touseef Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Here I sit, In a room filled with the echoes of the day, Where the world's noise fades, And all that's left is this moment,
By RK2 years ago in Poets
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
overrrrrr, my happiness is getting over... hello the creator of happiness MY BRAIN oh indeed I'm in need please give me some happiness
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Oh, peace. Peace is all we truly need, Like morning sunlight, it's guaranteed. . . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
By Sumeyra2 years ago in Poets
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
In a world where light bends softly, A love letter lingers in the air, Written with the hues of dawn, It whispers, "Tell me what you think."
By Mark2 years ago in Poets
When you see a piece of waste Don’t trash It like we always do…. How comes they like show no face Lesser than them hallways do….
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
Sunlight drifts through oak leaves Inviting the warmth of easy afternoons, Magnolia blooms whisper secrets, Peace settles over fields of golden grain,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
