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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Symphony of the Stars
When the stars make their appearance To perform on the celestial stage Shimmering with each arpeggio, Shining with a gentle rage.
Antoni NimaPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsIn the South of France
Sitting at the edge of the world before the sea breathing in and out. Winter in the south. Undulating waves briskly
Antoni NimaPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsProverb Poem
eat the big frog Sleep tight Early to bed and early to rise A rolling stone gathers no moss Fortune favours the bold In the heart of the storm
Who is the real goat, Messi or Ronaldo?
Oh, darling, the debate rages, fiery and hot, Who is the GOAT, who truly takes the top spot? Messi, with his magic, so sleek and so sly,
Monsters Feet
In childhood days of laughter and play, Pickled Onion Monster Munch held sway. A packet of crisps, bursting with zest, Each crunch a memory, forever blessed.
ColdHardCashPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsMy Original Pot of Golden Joy
In Mom's warm kitchen, memories ignite, Of childhood snacks, a pure delight. White bread baked with poppy seeds' grace, A canvas for nostalgia, a cherished place.
ColdHardCashPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsNew Song From SONTUNG MTP
No one has the power to alter the past, but there are those who will attempt to do so. When tomorrow swiftly passes and we no longer walk side by side, will it cause pain? Who will wipe away those tears? Who will alleviate this pain? If we heartlessly turn our backs and feign ignorance of each other, quietly passing by without a word, will the suffering be easily forgotten? Or will forgetting only serve to intensify the heartache we feel? Let go of the love that once was, as delicate as it may be, destiny is merely chance. Together and then apart again, changing more rapidly than clouds in the sky. Attempt to erase each other and act as if we were strangers (how?). Erase the face, and even the name (how?). How can we truly forget when that old promise remains unchanged? So do not attempt to forget. It is acceptable to linger. It is acceptable to feel pain. Even in bitterness, we will manage. Be genuine when we are together and value each moment. Be truthful to one another every minute of every day. Then, will the suffering be quickly forgotten? Or will oblivion only serve to intensify this heartache? Let go of love. As delicate as it may be, destiny is just chance. Together and then separated again, changing as swiftly as clouds in the sky. Attempt to forget each other and act as if we were strangers (how?). Erase the face, and even the name (how?). How to truly forget when that old promise remains unchanged? So do not try to forget. It is fine to reminisce. It is fine to feel pain. Even if it is bitter, we will endure. Be sincere when we are together and cherish every moment. Be honest with each other every minute of every day. Then, will the suffering be quickly forgotten? Or will oblivion only serve to intensify this heartache? Let go of love. As delicate as it may be, destiny is just chance. Together and then separated again, changing as swiftly as clouds in the sky. Attempt to forget each other and act as if we were strangers (how?). Erase the face, and even the name (how?). How to truly forget when that old promise remains unchanged? So do not try to forget. It is fine to linger. It is fine to feel pain. Even if it is bitter, we will manage. Be sincere when we are together and cherish every moment. Be honest with each other every minute of every day.
Empty Souls
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Golden Hour
At that time of day, that notorious hour, when every color flares from every tiny flower. When the breeze which makes the palms sway
Antoni NimaPublished a day ago in PoetsBorder Wisdom
The world is not as bad as ours. neighbors made it to be that day— We’ve seen worse days.
Bishnu KumarPublished 2 days ago in PoetsSurrender
Trying to forget, (Do-me-fa-fi-sol-te-do) Drowning in the past. Silent vowels sting, Yet there's nothing left to say.
Antoni NimaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsScars-2
A head full of scars Not from barbs and bars Or even a stray car No They’re from the pain of life They make me friendly but distant
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in Poets