vintage

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

There Goes a Green Torino
I will be here sitting on this pavement on this block in this neighborhood with my legs crossed with a dog with another dog
By Didi Menendez7 years ago in Poets
Ode to My Mojo
Hey Mojo! Where’d you go? I didn’t realize you were gone until I noticed I had lost the spring in my step. I was knocking myself against walls.
By Didi Menendez7 years ago in Poets
The Elephant in the Room
It starts with the bagpipes. The distant sound of horses' hooves, the wind shuffling through the birches. Young men running naked through
By Didi Menendez7 years ago in Poets
Crumbs, Chambers, Castles
The crumbs I stole were not worth the decades I lost in prison, Finally I have risen, From hanging on to those cold bars,
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
Sailor's Dream
Old salty dogs, miles of ocean Ship of fools in the wind Have no home but the sea Brave men facing the challenge To meet their destiny
By James Killmer7 years ago in Poets
Because of Emily
I don’t know remember exactly when and how it started. Perhaps it never had a beginning, but had always been a part of my soul. Books had captured my attention since infancy, and stories lived on my tongue from the moment I could string a sentence together. The exact day I began jotting down poems in my school notebooks doesn’t matter. I was only releasing the steady current of words from my mind and watching them trail across the paper as they came to life.
By Rebecca Hale7 years ago in Poets
Tribute
Came upon an Indian layin' Dakota fields of terror Slowly I came to thee Wounded Knee Massacre Smoldering flintlock by his side
By James Killmer7 years ago in Poets
He Held Time in His Own Hand
He held time in his own hand, swinging by a thin chain, all seemed unplanned. The shock when he found out his lot, down in the pit of his stomach he felt a knot.
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
What We Never Said
What we never said kept us awake through solemn nights What we never said, it nearly killed us from the inside out What we never said broke us up in the midst of our fights
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
Old Treasures
Mysterious paintings of unknown origin Hodge-podge panda figures Dusty roosters eying you from the corners Rusty keys of all shapes and sizes
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
Ever Yours, Vincent
My dearest Vincent, what did you mean by every flower? Every hour you spent crying, I would have held your hand. I’m ashamed to say, that still today the world is full of passings,
By Olivia Reed7 years ago in Poets
Imagine If I Was Evil
Holder of the Breathless Death list Deliverer Frame quiverer Fear The ultimate darkness With infinite intelligence
By Michael E.7 years ago in Poets