vintage

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

Gabby Cushman18 days ago
1983
California skies soared overhead as bike wheels screeched on heated pavement, stopping in an instance at the Marshall Taco Bell. Our group of hungry 14-year-olds left no tray untouched. My brother loo...
Steven Baldry2 months ago
The Moment Is Gone Too Soon
The moment is gone too soon. A step in the right direction, a lesson learned in the wrong. A leap from the dark, slowly I claw myself back to where I belong. A bittersweet message in a bottle, graces ...
Steven Baldry2 months ago
Ma, Pa & Me
Ma, Pa and Me... I remember walking down the street, Swinging holding your hands. Getting lost in your shadows, Staring in wonder as my life began… I never felt more loved, I never wanted for anymore....
Steven Baldry2 months ago
Time Machine
“Time Machine” If only I could find a Time Machine. I would live the “what could have been” I would turn back the clock to the past. Take the days taken for granted and make them last. I am happy in m...
Violet Lavoski3 months ago
Shelf Life
Under the harsh fluorescent lights, there I sit. Years and years of my life spent up here, all alone yet surrounded by others just like me. In the deafening sound of my own silence, I can only recall ...
Aaron Jones4 months ago
On Flanders' Fields
On a cold, dank day in Flanders' Fields, The air turned to fog As the guns let loose their terrifying load, And the soil turned to mud, Sucking and soaking the men to the bone, The earth took back its...
Alexis Weichman4 months ago
Sights Seen
Memories are sights of life that have been engraved into your mind, may they be little or big, may you need a camera to fully remember them or not. Rather it be a moment that the scent of the river yo...
n vash5 months ago
The Card
Let me be a birthday card so that I can touch your heart while you hold my hand. Let me be a card of confession whispering in your ear all the things I’m afraid to say. Let me be a Christmas greeting ...
Docyele Llenretep5 months ago
Phantasmagoria
A Tribute to the Poetic Styling of E. Poe
A Gonyer5 months ago
In the Photo
In the photo, suspended in time, the cellophane yellows and peels in my hands as it is turned over and over. The date and description on the back, the picture on the front, smiling faces that are froz...
Blaise Terese6 months ago
Silent Screen
The faculty of perception is manipulated when Voice’s tremors echoed by a passage wrote by men. It is only here the city lights grow contrasted to see and a blind girl bestowed the touch that tickled ...
One and Only
They called him "The Duke", his triumph was no fluke. Tall and handsome fella, his fame was like a nuke. Born in Iowa, grew up in Southern California. His first big role was in The Big Trail, Like a t...
Eleanor Thirlway9 months ago
Let the Winged Fancy Roam...
At times, it is very difficult to appreciate life and all its possibilities because, let’s face it, it can be hard. Often our old enemy "time" gets in the way and we suddenly realise we are years olde...
Violet P. Davies10 months ago
Persephone
Pomegranate juice running down her chin Ebony eyelashes growing wet with tears Realizing She has been deceived Even as the bright, bittersweet tang Plies her ruby-stained tongue with confusion, as Had...
Dyl Elnera year ago
The Bar Piano Man
He wakes up around 2:30 on a weekday, Five PM on a Saturday. If he has to, he gets up to take a piss If not, he stays in bed a while longer To jack off. Once he gets his lazy ass out of bed, He Shits,...
Anna Flahertya year ago
Memories
We all have them, some hidden away, some we know will always stay. Memories are what make us, who we really are, some of them shine like a brilliant star. Some are the truth, some came from lie, some ...
Complacency
Complacency is the leading cause of injury in the workplace. Cut keys too many times without using your gloves and you might get cut. Put the ladder away improperly and it may collapse on someone. Cut...
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B Daya year ago
Mess
"I am a mess” I say, more sure of it than before I was 22 And less sure of why. “I am a mess” I say, unapologetically, not seeking councel It’s a matter of fact. “I am a mess I say, replaying Joni Mit...