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

2026 "January" Problems: "Multi-Aisle, Medium-To-Large Single-Aisle".... Whatever Man, I'm Team "Russo" - Everyday!
I don't know what to do!? I've been "in-love" with you since '14', or was it fourteen!? Girl please, I ain't that "stupid"!
By 365poetry15 days ago in Poets
ATTENTION: ABANDONED
KNOW SOMEONE LONELY? SOMEONE HOUSEBOUND? SOMEONE SICK OR OLD OR BOTH? SOMEONE WHO CAN’T COOK OR SOCIALISE? SOMEONE IN NEED?
By Moon Desert15 days ago in Poets
There Will Be No Execution Today
Hear ye, hear ye Harken to me as I say There's been issued a stay There will be no execution today What seemed so obvious a case
By Matthew J. Fromm15 days ago in Poets
"Foreclosure Notice" - What Would You Do To Never Live On The Street, What Exactly - It's A Big World, It Is???
It was 1998, perhaps 1968 - he said this is what his parents did, he will own the home - he will!! He said you can't tell me what to do!
By 365poetry16 days ago in Poets
How to Practice Empathy (A User Manual for When It’s Finally Personal)
1. Begin by assuming the pain is hypothetical. It happens to others...distant others. People you were told made bad choices. People you don’t know. People you don’t have to imagine.
By Cadma16 days ago in Poets
The Discovery Button On Every Website Page!
So like every night you just stare! You don't even mention my name, not even a little bit - like hey chica, you mixed!?
By 365poetry16 days ago in Poets
NOTICE OF REVISED RESPONSIBILITY
PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT Effective immediately, the following changes are hereby enacted. A man previously classified as optional
By Sound and Spirit17 days ago in Poets
Once Worry-less Questions to Heavy Messages and Conversations. Top Story - January 2026.
“Hey let me know when you get home” “I’m home.” “Are you safe?” “It’s 2 am and it’s dark out be careful of unmarked cars”
By Cadma18 days ago in Poets
The Gallows Wait For Me
The Gallows Wait For Me I sit here on my bed, Ready to face the gallows. For something I never did. Cold-blooded murder? No.
By Marie381Uk 19 days ago in Poets
Tail Lights In The Dark
I've learned nostalgia is a drug dragging us back, into our feels Those moments once swept under rugs till we've lost sense of what is real
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden20 days ago in Poets
Taffy Was A Coal Miner
Taffy was a coal miner, dedicated to the pit He worked from being ten years old He loved his job and never once regretted it
By Marie381Uk 20 days ago in Poets
Like Water, Like Worth
Water moves without asking permission, slips through hands with quiet precision. Money moves the same unseen way, gone by night if wasted by day.
By V21 days ago in Poets