Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
Comfort. A thing of the past. My childhood. A mum and dad, A taken for granted love,
By T M Coppolo3 years ago in Poets
Him: Bizarre, Eccentric, Erratic Me: Blue, Gloomy, Melancholy Him: Full Blooded, Glowing Rosy Me: Bleached, Faded, Palish
By Sandra M3 years ago in Poets
Enlighten my lost soul, With a scent of the delicate petals. I adore how adorable you sound, When your silky words, Wrap me so tightly, so passionately.
My womb is my bedroom ideally outside large open windows to allow sunlight inside each toy and appliance sorted each nook and cranny in its place
By Meli Remborn3 years ago in Poets
Jessica? No, this is not her, It is I, Belinda, Now stealing the show. Beneath the crazy, There is a calm, Knowing that any given moment,
Among the cracks, I see your sweet face, Looking at me softly, Imagining me in your embrace. As I sit by the fire, I feel your warmth,
Late in July Edie picks yard pears, slices and dries them like shriveled moons on wire racks. By August something signals her to begin saving
By Robin Lim3 years ago in Poets
Don’t get me wrong! I know that the world doesn't revolve around me but.. I wish that the sun did. I know that it doesn’t rise and fall at my command but..
By Tasjanah Anderson 3 years ago in Poets
For days now, I’ve been obsessed with James Taylor, he has a smooth way of touching my soul. The rhythm and rhymes are just a few of the ways,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Rough palms running along my bare body, Small circular motions soothing away all hardship and jaded emotions thrumming within.
By J.Bee3 years ago in Poets
Her panache A grey fleece blanket Cozy and warm Folded in thirds Draping an old sofa Gifted by grandmother Five seasons ago
By Marilyn Glover3 years ago in Poets
Life changes as The sands of time Shift for us all; But comfort remains a constant, As it takes on new forms With each passing season.
By Jenna 3 years ago in Poets
