Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Punctuated light Picturing my place On this world Full of contradictions and blind spots From which I am not visible
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
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)3 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 Historian3 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 Penn3 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 Barrows3 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 Larkin3 years ago in Poets
You left us during the season change You have survived all these years Standing on guard Of our common country COVID couldn’t put you off
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 Monahan3 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 Balbi3 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 K3 years ago in Poets
