vintage

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

James Killmer5 days ago
Sailor's Dream
Old salty dogs, miles of ocean Ship of fools in the wind Have no home but the sea Brave men facing the challenge To meet their destiny Hands rough like bark on a tree Skin brown from rays of the sun S...
Rebecca Hale5 days ago
Because of Emily
I don’t know remember exactly when and how it started. Perhaps it never had a beginning, but had always been a part of my soul. Books had captured my attention since infancy, and stories lived on my t...
James Killmer11 days ago
Tribute
Came upon an Indian layin' Dakota fields of terror Slowly I came to thee Wounded Knee Massacre Smoldering flintlock by his side Pale face graced with a half smile Eyes of blue stare into space His fea...
Rowan Finleya month ago
He Held Time in His Own Hand
He held time in his own hand, swinging by a thin chain, all seemed unplanned. The shock when he found out his lot, down in the pit of his stomach he felt a knot. "I'm too old and far too feeble to hol...
Rowan Finleya month ago
What We Never Said
What we never said kept us awake through solemn nightsWhat we never said, it nearly killed us from the inside outWhat we never said broke us up in the midst of our fights What we never said made us so...
Rowan Finley2 months ago
Old Treasures
Mysterious paintings of unknown origin Hodge-podge panda figures Dusty roosters eying you from the corners Rusty keys of all shapes and sizes Faded book covers with yellowed pages Random assortments o...
Olivia Reed2 months ago
Ever Yours, Vincent
My dearest Vincent, what did you mean by every flower? Every hour you spent crying, I would have held your hand. I’m ashamed to say, that still today the world is full of passings, And like yours, the...
Michael E.3 months ago
Imagine If I Was Evil
Holder of the Breathless Death list Deliverer Frame quiverer Fear The ultimate darkness With infinite intelligence At your dispo-Sale Of course You be the one Open up the door Let em in Laughter as de...
Michael E.3 months ago
John and Yoko, or (Lennon's Last Hit Is the Life I Lead)
It was fabulous In the beginning Only there was One instead of four So to pass through The threshold of hell I had been summoned To pay a fee It's only right Nothing is for free So as I take The numer...
Michael E.3 months ago
The Seventh Sign
It seems lately Everywhere I go I see Older incarnations of me Possibilities Of what I can become An elder statesman, a con man A bum A sum of those parts Each at start Reaching for finish As my timel...
Rowan Finley3 months ago
Rhythmized
Tap-tap-tap-ding goes the typewriter Tap-tap-tap-bring over some more paper Feel the rhythm Express the beat In your seat As you type-type-typeThis machine brings such joys and affections Such nostalg...
Migdalia Torres4 months ago
One Foggy Evening
One Foggy Evening of dry mist and snow I saw a strange lady walking in a Black Cape on her way to her Grave As she turned into the Icy Forest I could see she was not alone For a Kind Old Gentleman had...
Gabby Cushman5 months 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 Baldry6 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 Baldry6 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 Baldry7 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 Lavoski8 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 Jones8 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...