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

Those Stars
Those stars Whenever I see a star, I think of you Whenever I feel sad, I talk to you
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Poets
Under Blankets of Snow
Drafts from the thin walls of an ancient house leave a chill in the air while I watch snow fall outside the window, coating
By Calliope Briar3 years ago in Poets
Tasteless spaghetti
As I eat this spaghetti that taste like absolute nothing I am thinking of you. I try to drown you out with my drinking yet I find you here in my thoughts; you are just as I remember, tasteless as this spaghetti.
By Queen anonymous 3 years ago in Poets
A lot of money out of thin air
What happens, When you receive A lot of money Out of thin air? You spend it, Of course! Money meant to see the world beyond,
By Serenity Zahnle3 years ago in Poets
A Modern Day Elizabeth Bennett
One does not forget the smell of a freshy bought book The smell of an old book, or the smell of their favorite book Pages slide between my fingers, guiding my eyes to find the next hook to draw in my attention
By Sara Aulds3 years ago in Poets
Inherited Design
It was inherit The duty and expectation A list of tasks Set forth years before Etched in stone, Carved in the earth
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
Dear Mrs. Hines
That day we went on a field trip, you forgot your hat. We watched you run inside a small yellow house. Such a secret, to see a teacher’s house!
By Anastasia Basil3 years ago in Poets
Afternoons in the Kitchen with Sinatra
The world on a string Hanging from the hem of Nonna’s apron Spaghetti sauce on my shirt from Third helpings
By Rachel Silvestro3 years ago in Poets
Whatever I see is that really,...
Whatever I see is that really, Am I dreaming or it’s happening actually? When I got a chance to speak with gorgeous,
By Manthan3 years ago in Poets
Comfort food Mac & cheese with fried big pieces of chicken
I wish I was eating fried chicken plus mac and cheese right now I am so hungry I could seriously pig the fuck out I am stressed out in need of my tasty comfort food with a martini and then a cosmopolitan
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
lion.
you undressed me slowly quietly and softly peelin’ off all layers of my psyche like the pages of the oldest book turn yellow with fear
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
The Letter's Journey
Get some paper. Write a letter in pencil or pen. Write in any language. Fold in the paper. Make sure it will fit.
By Miranda Monahan4 years ago in Poets