Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
In the quiet of the night, when stars begin to gleam, You open up your pages, to hold my every dream. Bound in leather, worn and soft, a silent, trusted friend,
By Lilyđź’ś 2 years ago in Poets
The arrow of time keeps pointing forward… or is it? If the gods wanted to for once and for all torment humanity, it would be enough to make them conscious of the trespassing of dimensions. Change. Time.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
The Duty Seated around an old chrome and red table, Sat adults one evening one telling fables. It was a time for sharing they often said,
By Dan R Fowler2 years ago in Poets
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
I am happy Still, I love this eye The gaze sharp as a Bistoury and only mine knows why With an absolute mystery You put me up high
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
In a land where the earth shook with might,Roamed the giants, from dawn until night.With tails that could sweep and necks that could soar,Dinosaurs wandered from mountain to shore.
By Chinonye Chigbu2 years ago in Poets
In the midst of hunger, I pushed through the challenge. I was not meant to be there, it was for the rich, but I am. My apparels were worn out, my bare sole had almost taken over underneath my shoes. I had no penny to offer the cobbler. I just want to earn the teachers knowledge. He told me that if I do, I shall buy better shoes.
By Joe Akagu2 years ago in Poets
“W” Words It’s the “W” words that make me worry, Those words that make my dreams scurry. For they fill my day with apprehension,
The Lament of the Forgotten Forest Canto I: The Arrival In days of yore when time was young, A forest stood where legends sprung,
By Easy Win2 years ago in Poets
Melody Music Mountain mirror Always love wins over terror Imagination over real visualisations over feel Beats instill energy
