Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Connected at words and music; like gold A sweet future between us, untold Late nights, dinners & lounging, love behold Daytime panty pulling & kisses, love grows
By Cadma7 months ago in Poets
It’s not a dream, it’s a plan & I’ll be damned If I let defeat graze the head Rather be dead The soul screams like a banshee
We had the magic You had the lies I had the tears We said goodbye Feet dragging in this dance From first to second chances
You want to vanish? Really disappear? Roll out of bed And look in your mirror *** Over 117 billion Human souls ever born
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Poets
Built on past disappointments and lies, unseen by the stranger passing by. Constructed of whispers and hollow words.
By Moon Desert7 months ago in Poets
She ran high on stilettos and pride, intoxicated by the atmosphere of her small town. Respected, yet ignored all else.
God made a wife to be loving, diligent and dutiful with a smile on her face, she will always be beautiful to tend to the needs of her dear husband and sweet growing child
By Connie7 months ago in Poets
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
We will look at the children with questions in their eyes We will have to explain how some were genuinely surprised At the uproar and political sell outs who cared more for money than people
Alas, the sign rises in yonder sky When Light wanes and Darkness blooms When shadow dances upon the moon on high And her crimson tiding looms
By Ian Read7 months ago in Poets
I can't be contained, without space, my wings will rust. It's too cramped, not enough room. You built this for me?
Shutting the door on the past, it's tough. All the memories resurface, nowhere to hide. Those internal wounds ache and sting,
