vintage

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

CW Milesa year ago
The Calf
The Calf I’d spotted her early on a Saturday morn She just kinder got my attention She weren’t nothing special, jest another newborn And no remarkable traits to mention So I marked her down in my tall...
k annea year ago
Numbers.
kilograms, 73; brothers, 3; years, 18; worth, 34; beauty, 7.5; courage, 4; anxiety, 11; happiness, 3; minutes, 5; minutes, 4; minutes, 3; minutes, 2; you, 1; me, 0.
Steven Baldrya year ago
My Christmas Carol
I wonder if I were to be visited by 3 Ghosts... What would be the lesson that I would learn most ? Would I change my ways just like Old Ebenezer ? Would I even be open to conceive them. As I sit here ...
Amariah Torresa year ago
We Art Not Frighted
We art not frighted from the bloodied field; Hearts becoming of a kingly knight's shield. We art not thy's intricate game thee wields, Grazing our ope body whence merely peeled. We art not undone by E...
Mike Daya year ago
Upon A Sinking Ship
So be it far from me to dwell on matters such as death, to rue the day I cast off the shackles of life and plunge into those icy blue depths. Perhaps it shall be quick, though I doubt that to be so, f...
Robyn Welbornea year ago
Boogeymen in My Closets
Boogeymen In My Closets: I. Now I lay me down to sleep Beneath my bed I dare not peek. Under the covers my head to take Tuck'd up tight until morning's break. II. Second night I'm down to sleep Still ...
Ria Duttaa year ago
World of Silence...
“Can you think of a world where there is silence everywhere? No outcry, no laughter… No noise at all… All that reigns is deadly silence!!” As you throw out the words, As if they’ll traverse through va...
David Hoskinsa year 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 Nicholasa year 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 Nicholasa year 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 Taylora year 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 Grahama year 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...
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...
Courtney Hughesa year 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...
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Nathan Veaseya year 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...