Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
What if our world were 'gothically', portentously gloomy, decked out in black and white. A neutral world. Without color.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
I have brought my memories to life with one single brush of the hand a gesture worth mentionin’ I picked up my pen and it was all there
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
Water is flowing as the forest is growing, finding comfort in the thought of knowing. Knowing the beauties that are hidden within the sand, the water, the snow, and the dirt, the rock, the mud, and all things on this earth.
By Dylan 3 years ago in Poets
In the middle of this disease Pandemic, war and more fees I forgot what comfort is Stress and relieve become synonyms.
By Andreea Oprea3 years ago in Poets
My brain is a man He never cries like a woman, instead He uses his willpower To safely Enclose me in his mighty arms like a shell
I wake up in the middle of the night with pleasin’ comfort inside there is no one and no evil around only a fulgurant screen
I first visited Arizona to find my skin again. It was lost somewhere southward in Oklahoma or maybe Oregon after a careless downpour
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets
Cast away, I found a cave and waded bare in the tide pools, soothing a lack thereof cleaved from my still beating heart.
“They finally removed it today The whole shelf with movies There will be no more supply What we gonna do now?” *
Chosen Soul All I ever wanted was to be accepted and loved I prayed for people who got blessings but held the gun I prayed and preached but people kept swinging at me
By Amystic3 years ago in Poets
and when children have imaginary friends it's kinda cute, mostly sad, but i understand decades later that isolation
By Daniel K3 years ago in Poets
The simple and simple people will breed a lot of happiness; and those who are hooked, full of schemes, will be full of fatigue.
By Kenneth M Bass3 years ago in Poets
