vintage

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

Queue is a Ridiculous Word
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Everything feels like home
Everything feels like home Cozy, safe, and warm Half asleep A blurry glow It is here and now, and then Moments, big and small
By Marcelo Desio6 months ago in Poets
You were the warmth of my December. Runner-Up in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
The day you left, you handed me a wishbone, and I still don’t know what meant more — that you saved it for me, or that I really thought I had a chance.
By Daniel K6 months ago in Poets
My Earliest Memories, Part 4:
We were watching the Simpsons My parents and me All wedged into the couch in the house on Pert I didn’t get the jokes but I loved their laughter
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
Understanding The Forge Of Creating A Different Future
If you want to Create a Different Future... You must Put Yourself through a Forge. It is a Difficult Thing to Face. There is the Fire of Creation that You Must Immerse Yourself Into.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)6 months ago in Poets
Romeo & Juliet. Top Story - August 2025.
I loved you from the first I saw your eyes – I knew the plans my parents made were wrong. ‘Twas you my heart would long for – our demise
By Krysha Thayer6 months ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Aquarius
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
The Search
I’ve searched for you in the ocean I’ve searched for you in the skies I’ve searched for you in other’s eyes I’ve searched for you all our lives
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
My Grandfather’s House
My Grandfather’s House My grandfather’s house stood strong in stone a place where love was always known the garden hummed with bees at play
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Unrepentant
I. The Stone Heart He walks where shadows coil like serpents, thick, Through streets that whisper warnings, slick with rain.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets