Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
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,
By Sandra M4 years ago in Poets
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 Lim4 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 4 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-Amsden4 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.Bee4 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 Glover4 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 4 years ago in Poets
Comfort for me, Is sitting out back under the apple tree, With a good book in hand, One I’ve read a dozen times before,
The Forgotten Queen It all started with dark eyes and a sinister smile That seemed pretty innocent to me In the Beginning
By Amystic4 years ago in Poets
The game of life is rigged Death always wins Crawling on our fins Now obsessed with our sins From the dawn of rain
By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Poets
Soft, Yet wiry in places, My fingers running through and along in habit; Such a simple action fading away the noise,
