Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
NYC in the 70’s. What a time it must have been. Warhol, Steely Dan, CBGB’s the bohemian mixed with the bourgeoisie. Enough money to rent a Leer jet on the
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Poets
Thank you Just so you know you weren’t a big mistake But you weren’t like other friends The chemicals of brain and heart
By Gillian Lesley Scott5 years ago in Poets
Who ever said Reading did not control emotions Always buying one more Even if you have a pile of unread lighter pieces
By Victorian Black 5 years ago in Poets
Preoccupied in the shower She missed her favorite part of the song Singing with her eyes closed She soaks in the steam for so long Step out to wipe the gloom from the day Arcadian dreams she carries Energy effulgence, she has time to play Stare into the mirror Admire her sensuality Shedding her skin so maliciously Rejuvenating her sexuality Throw on a luxurious rosy gown and imagine herself near the sea On a balcony is where she long to be Fawned over by the palms Listening to Bossa Nova songs In love with the sea A relationship where she belongs Sipping dulce nectar de la vida The finest of teas Dragging her femininity along She is strong and they were wrong.
By Amourrro5 years ago in Poets
The I of me is soft, at times. Others—delicate, complex, resilient. Not unlike my grandma’s quilt. Squares of polyester bell-bottoms that wore-through at the knee
By Miriam Lurex5 years ago in Poets
The seventies lived loud and bright My childhood painted with their light TV the only black and white. My favourite jeans were violet cords
By Alison Lloyd5 years ago in Poets
I never really appreciated the sun And how it introduced orange to a new morning that struggled to escape the darkness I remember how I first learned to smuggle bits of happiness from the horizon
By Jamar Travis5 years ago in Poets
What is it that makes me unique, special to this world? We are all part of the human experience, each unique in our particular way.
By Gary B5 years ago in Poets
For the love that retreats throughout time I find Whispers of atomic importance Reminding I to guide Yourself to put aside
By G Radd5 years ago in Poets
I am like a thistle amongst roses Standing out a like a sore pulsing purple thumb The green stem is ugly and spiny Compared to the roses’ complex woody green bark
By Ambyr Bean5 years ago in Poets
I run fast like a gazelle Feeling unbridled Under the blue sky The sun tinges my light brown hair In shades of gold reflections
By Ana Nezol5 years ago in Poets
I am a collection of memories that I will never remember, of stories that are not mine to tell, of languages whose grammar I have not mastered,
By Amanda Rodrigues5 years ago in Poets
