Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Family is important, family sticks together. Family has a strong bond that can never be broken. Family all come together at any occasion, family never turn their backs, family pick each other up.
By Gwendolyn Farris - baldwin5 years ago in Poets
Bottom Reality being just too prickly for my illustrious self,--I was, nevertheless, transformed into a great, grey-blue carrion bird, a vulture soaring to the ceiling.--Yet, dragging one wing through the black shadows of nightfall.
By Tom Baker5 years ago in Poets
Those moments were captured and sentenced for many years, attempting every time to hold back the trapped, long-forgotten tears.
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
Where ya wanna go? Step, step, step. Are you ready? Let's go on up. Everybody's climbing. They're all doing it.
Father, Simplify her life in every possible way that you can, show her always, life's grand plan. Speak to her so that she knows it doesn't matter if clothes fit,
Had me a farm, and I tried to grow tomaters Couldn't grow a 'mater to save my life Went a-gint the law, started growing marywanna
By Gigi Williams5 years ago in Poets
Curly You were a corporal in the ox and bucks light infantry You were in command of platoon 2 D company Messages of hope you painted on glider walls
By Candi G5 years ago in Poets
Ghost Ships (Short version) We find ourselves in the ghostly ships of the past; derelict; adrift and dead like the crew
By Mr Tezozomoc5 years ago in Poets
"Savin' Country Face" He puts on a brave face And faces yet another day But nothing has changed He feels his hope continue to fray
By Bianca C5 years ago in Poets
"A Fathers Son" He found his courage, at the bottom of a bottle She found her first love, tangled beneath the golden wattle
"Lost The Battle" He's and old broken battler Who's down on his luck Hes got dust stained skin An old kelpie in his truck
CALIFORNIA GOLD AND JOHNNY REB PART 2 So now we’ve made it we’re back in Tennessee Don’t have to run anymore I’m in the land of the free
By Marty West5 years ago in Poets
