vintage

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

Tail Lights In The Dark
I've learned nostalgia is a drug dragging us back, into our feels Those moments once swept under rugs till we've lost sense of what is real
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Taffy Was A Coal Miner
Taffy was a coal miner, dedicated to the pit He worked from being ten years old He loved his job and never once regretted it
By George’s Girl 2026 3 months ago in Poets
Like Water, Like Worth
Water moves without asking permission, slips through hands with quiet precision. Money moves the same unseen way, gone by night if wasted by day.
By V3 months ago in Poets
"Intimidation" - The Best Way To Describe "MY - self", you can ask any person OUTSIDE!
Here IS a list of all the POSITIVES I have - for a relationship lasting "49 years"! I yell - positive! I cook - positive!
By 365poetry3 months ago in Poets
Another Raven
January 19th is Edgar Allen Poe's Birthday This is inspired by a good friend after a short chat yesterday. I am going to try and create a poem using the format and mood of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”. It is a long poem and I have a premise of taking a book of Poe’s writing and reading it as The Raven looks on.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Poetry for Hard Times
As far back as I can recall, it's always been this way: Negative emotions… Unable to linger for long, not even hours or days.
By Moon Desert3 months ago in Poets
(sighs) I'm different - I am, are you??
He stared at me, I know he thought I said something - but.. I don't know, I need friends!? I don't know why it's difficult to explain - "NOT" being ATTRACTIVE!?
By 365poetry3 months ago in Poets
Official Notice: Preservation of the Heart
Attention. This is an official notice to all residents of the inner landscape. Your heart requires daily inspection. Neglect may lead to quiet corrosion, unnoticed at first, creeping through thoughts like fog through a forest.
By Sound and Spirit3 months ago in Poets
Floating Heart
My heart floats outside my body Somewhere in the ether Wandering Drifting through the world Scarred and battered Torn and tattered
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
NOTICE OF CONTINUED OPERATIONAL STATUS — UNITED STATES FEDERAL POLICY
This document hereby declares that enforcement actions of Department of Homeland Security remain in effect. All relevant agencies are instructed
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
AUGUST 1976
I was listening to some reaction videos on the internet the other day when I "re-discovered" one of THE greatest and uniquely American songs I have ever had the pleasure of hearing. I forgot that Arlo Guthrie comes from a sturdy stock of great folklorists-namely his father Woody Guthrie. I associate Arlo with "Alice's Restaurant", so much so that I forgot he is an exceptional storyteller in his own right.
By Victor Mendez3 months ago in Poets
Ballots in Our Pockets
We don’t carry crowns anymore, we carry ballots— folded small, tucked beside receipts and unanswered prayers. Politics is not the man on the screen with a practiced smile, it is the mother counting coins at dawn, deciding which child eats first.
By luna hart3 months ago in Poets