vintage

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

I Sit Alone
I Sit Alone I sit on my bench not far from life, Not far from the goings on of those who pass from sight. Alone now with my memories that seek to calm me,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
He Doesn't Know
he thinks the room is full. his ace was pulled. it's just you
By Brian A. Idaho3 years ago in Poets
Yuletide
Scents of pine and falling snow, Something that I love and know. The decorations and lights In the trees on winter nights
By Caitlyn Ramberg3 years ago in Poets
I Pray It Is Tame. Top Story - January 2023.
I hope you find joy from the harvest you planted and forgiveness from the one you didn’t. When your soil dries, I dream you’ll make time to water the lilies most days and learn to release the ones who couldn’t survive their newfound independence.
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets
The stillness in Silence
Have you ever experienced the Silence in your house once everyone goes to Sleep? I am just in love with it. This Silence not only brings creativity with it but also a sense of calm and composure to me.
By Payal Motla3 years ago in Poets
Listening In the Rain. Top Story - December 2022.
Listening In the Rain Perhaps you’ve walked in the rain at some time, Standing long enough to wash off life’s grime.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Stillness in Time
A paling blue gem; Many histories were lived, Through grandmother's ring.
By Nile.3 years ago in Poets
Two Faced Relationship
I remember how I begged you to stay near, How I felt lost without you here. Then came the days when I felt I had no air,
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Poets
Blues Music
Deep South jazz playing; His blue-veined hands strumming that Sad guitar all night.
By Miles Pen3 years ago in Poets
San Francisco (Blue Flash)
(click on story - see the whole picture) A walk to the top naked feet, light haze lifting at five - blue dwelling. ~~~ Maxime (I should say Bruno) Le Forestier is said having been inspired by his visit at San Francisco (California, USA) in 1971, after his half-successful military service. It was released in 1972.
By Francis L3 years ago in Poets
Winter's Gifts
Winter’s Gifts Over the years and as long as I can remember, Winter’s gift of snow came in December. Winds would howl through the leafless trees,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Elvis: Forever The King
Slicked back blue black hair. Icy blue eyes, mischievous. Smirking, curls his lip. Elvis. . . . Photo Credit: Truus, Bob & Jan too!
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews3 years ago in Poets