Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
As seasons change, so do we. As we change so do our personalities. We get comfy in our own skin so what it be. Are we sending messages to the universe?
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)4 years ago in Poets
Pull the cap off What will you write today? An odious ode Of men sold to gold That smell of things so old Their story is no longer told
By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Poets
I wake in the early morning to see a glorious horizon. I take some fresh air the birds chirp around me, some very annoying.
Plants Those soft and fresh Are mercilessly eaten by herbivores Those that are good at defending themselves
By Mariana R Penn4 years ago in Poets
When the soft sounds of high soprano notes and violins fill the air with such gentle ease, That is when my mind feels free and at peace.
By Jackie Barrows4 years ago in Poets
A facial grimace shows the mood you are in. A movement of muscles making you smile or smirk with an angry glare or a happy stare.
By Denise Larkin4 years ago in Poets
You left us as the seasons turned, Having endured for all these years, Standing guard Over our shared homeland. Even COVID couldn't stop you;
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Poets
To make tea: Ignite the stove. Place the kettle. Wait for a boil. Once boiled, pour over a tea bag. Into a mug it goes.
By Miranda Monahan4 years ago in Poets
There is a dream, where I am living in Amsterdam I often seek it out for comfort, a feeling always chased, When watching the news or,
By Alyssia Balbi4 years ago in Poets
and when I close my eyes your skin is still cashmere & two states are one zip code again and parking lots are stomping grounds
By Daniel K4 years ago in Poets
Rest in peace your majesty Queen Elizabeth II. Your life was given to the people. Rest now with family and husband as we mourn your death.
