Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
I never love you But I tried I always wonder why But I tried Orange Sky that never lies I tried but it’s time to say goodbye
By Nicolethepoet TV3 months ago in Poets
My country has changed its face. It now behaves like a thief, removing leaders from other lands * just to steal their oil, gold,
By shaoor afridi3 months ago in Poets
Daisy: Not a single pixelized star pull me from you. Spam bots and digitized currency, Low brow, pocket change and rhetoric compliments.
By House September 3 months ago in Poets
Stanza 1 False hope knocks with a gentle sound, Wearing promises softly crowned. It paints tomorrow bright and wide, While hiding the truth it keeps inside.
I was intact before you. *** Not whole. Just unbroken. *** The dark knew me. It kept its distance. *** Then you arrived
By Aarsh Malik3 months ago in Poets
The last box was lighter than I expected. Mostly air, and that dry-paper smell of things that used to matter every day.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
How many children do you have, and why? ******* We can't ask these questions during a JOB interview - it's weird, and they will SUE us for some unlikely cause of discrimination!!!
By 365poetry3 months ago in Poets
They say you can't squeeze blood from a stone, but you can certainly try. Lying on a haystack, thoughts pour out -
By Moon Desert3 months ago in Poets
When nights grow heavy upon your chest, And hope feels like an uninvited guest, Remember this—your shaking soul Was never born to lose control.
By Daily Motivation3 months ago in Poets
Ever thought about bringing characters to life, born from your very being? I'll let you in on what kind of flavour to use.
My coat pockets are full of small nonsense a receipt that’s faded to blank, two coins from a country I don’t live in, a gum wrapper folded into a tight square
In the centre of town, there's a hill. They call it Steep Hill. Climbing it is a genuine fight I'd recommend…
