vintage

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

Rowan Finley9 days ago
I Used to Like Parties More
I used to like parties more, but now I'd rather stay at home and just chill... No shocking, startling thrill. There is not much more appealing than reading a book in the coziness of home, or spending ...
Didi Menendez15 days ago
There Goes a Green Torino
I will be here sitting on this pavement on this block in this neighborhood with my legs crossed with a dog with another dog with his bone in front of my house in front of the mammoth sunflowers drinki...
Didi Menendez15 days ago
Ode to My Mojo
Hey Mojo! Where’d you go? I didn’t realize you were gone until I noticed I had lost the spring in my step. I was knocking myself against walls. I was tripping over the dog. I was petting myself. I was...
Didi Menendez20 days ago
The Elephant in the Room
It starts with the bagpipes. The distant sound of horses' hooves, the wind shuffling through the birches. Young men running naked through the thorny bushes. A girl drawing John Lennon on a cardboard. Her mother weaving threads through a Singer sewing machine stopping to oil the crank. The squeaky bottle spilling a drop onto a garment. A cough. The gray sorrowful faces from the television. Memorizing the lyrics to a Beatles' song. Rocky Raccoon. Gideon's bible. Her father's razors rusty. Phlegm c...
Rowan Finleya month ago
Crumbs, Chambers, Castles
The crumbs I stole were not worth the decades I lost in prison, Finally I have risen, From hanging on to those cold bars, And wishing upon all those falling stars. Now I stand, On the other end of yet...
James Killmer2 months 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 Hale2 months 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 Killmer2 months 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 Finley3 months 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 Finley3 months 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 Finley4 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 Reed4 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.4 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.5 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.5 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 Finley5 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 Torres5 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 Cushman6 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...