vintage

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

Olivia Reed6 days 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.22 days 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.22 days 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.22 days 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 Finleya month 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 Torres2 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 Cushman3 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 Baldry4 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 Baldry4 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 Baldry5 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 Lavoski5 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 Jones6 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 Weichman6 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 vash7 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 Llenretep7 months ago
Phantasmagoria
A Tribute to the Poetic Styling of E. Poe
A Gonyer7 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 Terese8 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 ...
Francis Y. Algonkin10 months ago
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...