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

David Hoskins5 days ago
Death is Death
There’s only two kinds of people: Those who do this [ ] with Their controller when Super Mario has to jump And dead people. Hand and eye are so rarely coordinated in the Dead folks I’ve seen. I know b...
The Concrete Jungle
White and yellow, peering through dark structures. Structures that touch the sky's heels. Cars honking, roads roaring, people yelling and hollering. Walking through the streets, smelling the aroma of ...
Louis Nicholas9 days ago
T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land"
"The Waste Land" is a wrathful attack on modern civilisation, stretching not only to the horror of the Great War but attacking the society that bore it. In his sobering evocations of ancient myths and...
Lord Henry Wotton
Across a room I glanced Meeting auburn eyes That captivated my youth and held the universe inside Never have I seen two windows so wide open As words flowed I could feel My world into being being spok...
Louis Nicholas9 days ago
Homeric Heroism
To what extent did Homer view Odysseus as a heroic figure? Throughout the Odyssey, Homer emphasises Odysseus’s heroism whilst subtlety insisting on his self-sabotage. Odysseus’ heroism is shown by his...
Paco Taylor11 days ago
Crows (Ode to Van Gogh)
Arles, 1890 "I must hurry. Time is running out. So little time left for me to paint!" He worked himself as a slave, drove himself like a locomotive. And possessed by the love of his craft, he hastened...
Mish Graham15 days ago
Across Many Waters ​
Lonely on a bus to the shore Feelings are expensive The day’s not done but I minus well be… I breathe into this deep space inside my chest That I didn’t know was there before. And I asked, “When’s the...
Rachael Rumancek16 days ago
The Story of Christmas' Eve
Hidden away among the coastal Maine cold, Lies a love story of sorts that has yet to be told. Swaddled closely I held her so dear, As the final hour until Christmas drew near. Humming softly to her th...
The Values of Old
Books and stories can reveal much about the author who wrote them and the period at which they lived. Whether it be their dialect or actions, characters tend to reflect how people were during that tim...
Reid Moore24 days ago
All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Little League
Most of us are familiar with the wise words, so eloquently written, by Robert Fulghum, "All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten." But, I never went to Kindergarten. Still, that didn't prev...
Courtney Hughesa month ago
A Soldier's Diary
How can something meant for protection Be twisted around To cause me affliction Wandering around I no longer know me No longer do I understand where I've been All that is kept Is memories of me Memori...
Laur Truea month ago
Parties for Her
(This is a found poem, so some lines are from the actual novel The Great Gatsby. I just rearranged, added, and changed some). At least once a fortnight There was music from my neighbour's house Throug...
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Nathan Veaseya month ago
The Book of Hell and Paradise
Have you ever wondered how we got the idea of such a thing as heaven or hell? Well, it all started out with humans. Our minds are massive and we can't help that we are curious. It is literally wired i...
Johnny Vedmore2 months ago
Hannah for Hannah Cullwick
Crocus and Hartshorn washed off knives. A 'Dumb Waiter' delivers perriwinkles. The Footman's pantry is empty. Gall of Bullock and Beeswax shelved for future need. 'By cane or by birch the clergyman sh...
Melanie castillo2 months ago
I Have an Old Soul
I have an old soul My soul is the soul that once danced with the gypsy nomads, laughing with no care but to live passionately and love freely. It is the soul that has been touched by the good Victoria...
Teela 2 months ago
My Name Was Caoimhe
Here is what I know: My name is Caoimhe. My wife cannot say my name correctly, but I cannot say hers either, so I suppose that is fair. My wife, Adalheidis, pretended to be a man for a long time. This...
A. R. Ambrosi2 months ago
Media
I remember the shine of compact discs Using them as makeup mirrors Applying lipstick with giggling friends While another CD Blasted out music from the stereo I remember the warning "Do not touch the l...
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Rachael 2 months ago
The Brown Ceramic Mug
Quietly sitting on an old wooden chair, I hear the hum of the machine heating the water in the brown ceramic mug. Darkness creeps through the window blanketing the small room as I rise to retrieve the...