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

A LITTLE boy lost
A LITTLE BOY LOST b ‘Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know.
By Mohsin5 years ago in Poets
The Damsel Of Peru
Where olive leaves were twinkling in every wind that blew, There sat beneath the pleasant shade a damsel of Peru. Betwixt the slender boughs, as they opened to the air,
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
All For Love
What flocks of critics hover here today, As vultures wait on armies for their prey, All gaping for the carcasses of a play!
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
sun-kissed sonnet
Sun-Kissed Sonnet Sun Kissed by the early summer light Caramel sleek skin flash sheen so golden Rainbow toes waltzing through waves at mid Night
By Sandra Fowlks5 years ago in Poets
Backyard Camping
A beachball rests beside the empty porch. The moon reflects its solitary twin. No campfire, but a cintronella torch casts light upon this self-indulgent whim.
By L J Purves5 years ago in Poets
summer of ‘69
i believed in you and every word said. i twirled as those words echoed in my head spinning circles, daisies brushing my thighs,
By brittany schmidt 5 years ago in Poets
Summer Pirate
Douglas Adams was his name, introducing Ford Prefect brought his fame. The Catcher in the Rye was Holden's journey to New York City.
By JoAnne Scalf5 years ago in Poets
way out yonder
I remember thy excitement racing through my veins, the memory flitting ever so quaintly to thee. Freedom, as it felt, our journey to California with a day's worth of hours ahead. For it was thee absolute summer season. The years' blessings had finally gifted thee with the means and a dream. Young, curious, days of mere happiness and peace we fancied. Risk, respectfully, not half a thought to the adventure hungry. The sun hath not risen, the birds hath not awaken from their slumber, off were we.
By darian k. regina5 years ago in Poets
Summers on Memory Lane
“School’s out!” we cried in exhilaration, Freedom from lessons and homework at last, We went away on summer vacation, “When do we get there?” we constantly asked.
By Denise Shelton5 years ago in Poets
A summer slope
Far off from fast cars on slow summer streets, atop a green and shallow sloping hill, three dusk-lit culprits chafe the evening cool
By Rhiannon Jefferies5 years ago in Poets
The Boys at the Fair
Each August I'd go to the county fair, First with my family, then with my friends, To see all the wonders on display there,
By Denise Shelton5 years ago in Poets
The Height of Life
In time to show the growth of life complete , The rays of summer’s sun come through to all. The winter gloom my heart turns obsolete ;
By Raquel Mendes5 years ago in Poets