Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
In antiquity The word “blue” did not exist Just the wine-dark sea
By Ahna Lewis3 years ago in Poets
Then, he used to sing "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain." Now, I am Blue Eyes.
By Kaylie Stenberg3 years ago in Poets
Those days of the past. Faded, acid washed blue jeans. Flammable jumpsuits.
By Elsa3 years ago in Poets
Vibing 90s feeling everything is blue for him Need to grab a surge
By Emily3 years ago in Poets
My Hardware Store Job From my pillow, I took my flight, Once again into the night. Alongside lamp posts, signs, and windows deep I peered.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
TELL THE TALE I’ve walked many roads that others have shunned, I’ve gathered insight that few have done. Into scary shadows, life’s mysteries I trekked,
The Sandbox In a sandbox filled with yellowish crystals, We sit with make believe creatures and cardboard pistols.
MY CREATIVE PLACE Once as a child, I sit pondering, And listened to my mind’s wanderings. It led me first to one place then another,
Into this life Having been asked by people here and there, I answer them and then they stare. Perhaps it wasn’t the answer they sought,
The Latter Part of November As long as I can remember, In the latter part of the month of November. We’d gather from all points of the earth,
My Brothers and Me Once I lingered with my thoughts suspended, In the mountains of West Virginia that never ended. There in a place nicknamed little Switzerland,
With Hearts Aglow It’s said that people never change, No matter the time or place or season. But I put forth this observation,
