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

The Eyes
Here's a poem I came up with about a girl's eyes: Her eyes are like the morning sky, Bright, blue, and full of light, They twinkle and dance with joy,
By Siva Kumar3 years ago in Poets
Girl and water
A girl is like a stream Gentle and flowing, free She moves through life with grace Leaving a gentle trace A girl is like a pond
By Siva Kumar3 years ago in Poets
Angelina's best haiku.
Fun goody cool days. What the fudge are we doing? Sweet clean fun.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
sad songs
if all it took was another note echoing back to me maybe sad songs really do make me cry a small window seeing everything except itself
By venice3 years ago in Poets
Insatiable
Drake asked if there’s more to life, I wondered the same Is there more to the game than the chase of money, power and fame?
By Juliette Alessandra3 years ago in Poets
rock and roll is dead
Are there no more chords to play? Have we as humans run out of things to say? Who is picking up and running with the guitar being laid down by its founding fathers and mothers?
By robert rowe3 years ago in Poets
"Heartstrings and Haikus"
As the sun set on the small town of Willowdale, Mia sat at her desk staring out the window at the orange and pink sky. She was trying to write a haiku for the school's poetry club, but the words just weren't coming to her.
By Vocal Trending 3 years ago in Poets
In My Wildest Dreams
I dreamt of falling, like I did every night, wondering why dreams look like northern lights. I often fell into the depths of the swirling worlds
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
"Eternal Love"
As I wake up each morning, I am filled with love and longing. For you, my love, are always on my mind, Your presence, sweet and kind.
By Vocal Trending 3 years ago in Poets
"Morning wakeup"
As the dawn breaks and the night fades away, The world comes alive in a brand new day. The birds sing their songs, the sun peeks through,
By Vocal Trending 3 years ago in Poets
Time Warp
I closed my eyes and traveled through time From the past to the present, to the future, so fine I soared through the stars and across the seas
By Luciano Ruscitto3 years ago in Poets
Old longing.
A soft, old man, with a prickled chin that sticks out like a crescent moon, green twinkling eyes, a whisper of a voice, across from an old woman, red lipstick, a plain hardness about her. I don’t know their story, but to me they are lovers from long lost years, and they met again, here, in front of my eyes. It is the way he asks for the bill and she wipes her hands over nothing, attempts to pay herself, while he says nothing, just quietly holds that twinkle in his eyes.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets