vintage

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

What Happens To A Dream Deferred... Ode To Langston Hughes And Maya Angelou
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it evaporate like water spilled in the sun? Or Does it linger like the scent of a loved one?
By Kenneth cruz5 years ago in Poets
Democracy Is Dead
Democracy is dead... Masked and terminated with a bullet to the head.. Silenced by a label of disinformation while its lies we are fed
By Kenneth cruz5 years ago in Poets
The Barn
In a dreamscape far inside my mind, I dreamed a dream of myself in a bind In this dream, I dreamed of a scene that started serene, yet ended in gore
By Chynia Norton5 years ago in Poets
Six Famous American Poets
Perhaps now is a good time to remember the poets who inspired me, made me think, made me consider language carefully. I paid close attention to a few poets in the 1980s and 1990s. I corresponded with William Stafford, and sometimes with Naomi Shihab Nye, W.S. Merwin and Robert Bly. These poets along with Pablo Neruda, Czeslaw Milosz and Marvin Bell opened my imagination to the subtle intensity of language, diverse ways to deliver a story, or a hint of a story, or the mood which precedes the story. Layered phrases of meaning with hints of further possibilities.
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Poets
A Pigs Fateful Salvation and a Spiders Ultimate Gift
A tale of a pig, a spider and life. A story of trials, decisions and strife. A friendship against odds, and impossible forces.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
Epic
Hark!, sit awhile and think. Ponder on this thought with me. What if still today, in this vast modern world, The tales of heroes, quests, and triumphs
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Poets
Dickens in a Sundress
I have lived many times
By Guenneth Speldrong5 years ago in Poets
Springtime Terzanelle
Oily rainbows slither down black and worn cement trails of their silky hues falling away with the cold- chasing a hasty melted winter without lament.
By MJ Shanard5 years ago in Poets
Damning Day Terzanelle
Lo! Must the wicked watch when they walk this way Watching all the sinners taught for sins which they must pay Speechless to elude the fate of their damning day
By MJ Shanard5 years ago in Poets
A is for Antoinette
A is for Antoinette who assumed Acordynia. B is for Barry who bemoaned the Botulism. C is for Caroline who croaked in the Car.
By MJ Shanard5 years ago in Poets
The Werewolf and The Maiden
On a murky night so foul, A hungry werewolf did slowly prowl, On the hunt for virgin flesh, So pink, and succulent, and oh so fresh...
By bizarre_eye5 years ago in Poets
Mother's Prayer
Smoke coiled through the seams of the car and we sat in the back in the haze while classic rock blared into your ears and you forgot for a moment that you were a mother,
By Kaitlin Oster5 years ago in Poets