Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Christmas Tree Memory From days gone by I remember as if it were real, Me and my family living on the hill. It was a time of excitement, expectation for all,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
I am thankful being in an age of compassion towards the pedestrian’s welfare as I, and everybody else interact in societies
By Stanley Lyte3 years ago in Poets
on the scopulus swallows smouldering sulphur Wawel Hill born beast * 4 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Their blue suede shoes dance. Blues music touches their souls. Unforgettable. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
Upon My Bench Upon my bench, I sit pondering, Life’s mysteries, miracles, and my meanderings. Has it always been this way I questioned,
Walking Without Shoes With a grateful heart, I walk with you, On the sands of time, no need for shoes. It’s not upon dirt or sand we trod,
A November Passing Throughout the year from January to December, Each month dresses itself in reflections that we remember.
Our Homemade Wagon In the coal fields of Appalachia deep in the hills, Children played with what they could find or what they could build.
A December Morning Once on white mountains as I remember, Three children watched Jack Frost’s magic fingers. Etching upon the translucent surface of the glass,
I am so true blue So many others are too Even Suzie Q
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
We Traveled In the Park After Dark I wasn't Guessing... I just Followed My Heart... Our footprints On the Baseball Field,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
There once was a boy whose name was Adair Who had an identical twin Both were charming and fair with nice heads of hair
By Denise Shelton3 years ago in Poets
