vintage

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

Alexis Weichman8 days 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 vash25 days 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 ...
Phantasmagoria
A Tribute to the Poetic Styling of E. Poe
A Gonyera month 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 Terese2 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 Thirlway5 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. Davies6 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 Elner7 months 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 Flaherty8 months 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 ...
Katrell Plunkett8 months ago
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 Day8 months 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...
CW Miles8 months ago
The Calf
The Calf I’d spotted her early on a Saturday morn She just kinder got my attention She weren’t nothing special, jest another newborn And no remarkable traits to mention So I marked her down in my tall...
k anne9 months ago
Numbers.
kilograms, 73; brothers, 3; years, 18; worth, 34; beauty, 7.5; courage, 4; anxiety, 11; happiness, 3; minutes, 5; minutes, 4; minutes, 3; minutes, 2; you, 1; me, 0.
Steven Baldry10 months ago
My Christmas Carol
I wonder if I were to be visited by 3 Ghosts... What would be the lesson that I would learn most ? Would I change my ways just like Old Ebenezer ? Would I even be open to conceive them. As I sit here ...
Amariah Torres10 months ago
We Art Not Frighted
We art not frighted from the bloodied field; Hearts becoming of a kingly knight's shield. We art not thy's intricate game thee wields, Grazing our ope body whence merely peeled. We art not undone by E...
Mike Day10 months ago
Upon A Sinking Ship
So be it far from me to dwell on matters such as death, to rue the day I cast off the shackles of life and plunge into those icy blue depths. Perhaps it shall be quick, though I doubt that to be so, f...
Robyn Welborne10 months ago
Boogeymen in My Closets
Boogeymen In My Closets: I. Now I lay me down to sleep Beneath my bed I dare not peek. Under the covers my head to take Tuck'd up tight until morning's break. II. Second night I'm down to sleep Still ...