Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Through the sorrowful eyes that sleep, Dream me a child that's mine alone. As I start my slumber's sleep, A very fairy visitation called on my dreams
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Poets
The Gathering Once more the world pauses, hearts gather near, From around the corner or across oceans surreal, Many travel from the most distant locations,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
The package thrilled, excited, for his journey had begun! After months up in the North Pole, tonight was Santa’s run! He waited not-so-patient as the elves stuffed up the sack,
By Holly Pheni3 years ago in Poets
A full moon today in the sky made me think: Have you ever been still like me? Have you ever enjoyed the stardom like me?
By Payal Motla3 years ago in Poets
My Gift It’s not often that many think of this gift, While through life’s trials we twist and shift. Trying to do the best that we know how,
I thought I would list a few of my favourite Christmas Films along the lines of the Carol. Of course, I have missed loads but here you go.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
I Once met a man who needed someone to choose his virtual clothes A textile factory he had with a wife named 🌹 It seemed like a dream one New Year’s Day
By Ocusan M3 years ago in Poets
The sides of a mountain range waits. Waits for what? It does not know. Rugged terrain is its face of granite, clay, and minerals.
By Lizzie Alan3 years ago in Poets
I walk slowly through the house Tap, tap, tap, tap. Is it behind or ahead? I try a door It is locked, or jammed, or held?
By Simon Curtis3 years ago in Poets
Coffee stains the page Thoughts run through From anger, joy, rage and displacement Where do you belong What’s your place the world
By Christine Lindsey 3 years ago in Poets
A Time to Heal Along life’s journey, we crawl and walk and run, From cradle and through life’s challenges until it's all done.
Summer has passed her by, time has moved on, Autumn has crept up, is now upon her, No child of her loins, that time, he has gone,
By Emma Datson3 years ago in Poets
