vintage

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

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 Hughes2 years 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 Veasey2 years 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...
Johnny Vedmore2 years ago
Hannah for Hannah Cullwick
Crocus and Hartshorn washed off knives. A 'Dumb Waiter' delivers perriwinkles. The Footman's pantry is empty. Gall of Bullock and Beeswax shelved for future need. 'By cane or by birch the clergyman sh...
Melanie castillo2 years ago
I Have an Old Soul
I have an old soul My soul is the soul that once danced with the gypsy nomads, laughing with no care but to live passionately and love freely. It is the soul that has been touched by the good Victoria...
Teela 2 years ago
My Name Was Caoimhe
Here is what I know: My name is Caoimhe. My wife cannot say my name correctly, but I cannot say hers either, so I suppose that is fair. My wife, Adalheidis, pretended to be a man for a long time. This...
A. R. Ambrosi2 years ago
Media
I remember the shine of compact discs Using them as makeup mirrors Applying lipstick with giggling friends While another CD Blasted out music from the stereo I remember the warning "Do not touch the l...
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Rachael 2 years ago
The Brown Ceramic Mug
Quietly sitting on an old wooden chair, I hear the hum of the machine heating the water in the brown ceramic mug. Darkness creeps through the window blanketing the small room as I rise to retrieve the...
Cierra Merryman2 years ago
Fairytales
As children, we are told stories, Of monsters and dragons, And evil witches trying to kill good people, Stories of prince charming, Coming to rescue the princess in distress, When we get older we tend...
Joshua Scott2 years ago
Mother Says
Another day at school and I am ready to retreat As the bell rings, I grab my things and head on down the street I stop by a soda shop nearby and get myself a pop I make my way outside, I see a bench a...
A. R. Ambrosi2 years ago
Windows 95
There are endless reflections Of my former selves Versions of truth Like previous versions Of an operating system That no one likes to think about What was once cutting edge Is now outdated Embarrassi...
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Victoria Shaw2 years ago
An Unlikely Pilgrim
From the Princess’s Prologue Alone in her travels throughout the night Was a lass whose skin so pure and light Born of royal blood when snow lay fresh Same day her father been laid to rest Untouched b...
Rose Reade2 years ago
Paradise Lost
Paradise has not been lost, but found again, In time, in every sleeping second, Weathered by the grinding of sin’s teeth We are exiled, to paradise. I have seen the inch of skin that reeks at me Betwe...
K M2 years ago
Place for You
(German perspective) There's a place for you, But I refuse to believe I can forgive you For your disgusting atrocities. Wicked storms arise to strike the masses The cost of doing nothing causes Superi...
Jamie Wilkinson2 years ago
Sonata
Eulogy to a player piano played only by mice. Strings twang untuned as little ones scurry from A to B flat. The dusky sonata of wood-chip cherubs with wormy tails. Nestled between keys dotted with dro...