Archaic Poems - Poems about Archaic

... Echoes from the past Still my thoughts, color me In hues of melancholy, Abiding, gentling, forgetting There are moments When hope was lost in the ancient Feelings, bleeding Through the sil......Read More

... Steam and smoke trains, dont fume anymore,lying like dead corpses or spare parts of what once was called the golden age;; If they would fume, it would only be a plaintive sigh, about their desol......Read More

... I AM a Titan, Solar Helmet Steady I AM a Golden Phenom of Self Mastery, Burning Bright, I AM a Diamond Soul of Opulence Rising in Hyperborean Confidence, I AM Heaven Blessed and Royally Au......Read More

... *Image of January 14, 2023, by WinCal. An Existential Curiosity ~0~ Ambitious existent presence to yield, Hostage that's well endured of a pre-life, Handcuffed fallible prayi......Read More

..."I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted Voices call out to me, straight to my heart" Cold, emotionless, and her nature, defiant Hard to connect with ......Read More

...Inside an archaic framework she fetches a pail from the fields, the bucket on her hip is full of broken eagles. Wind turbines churn in the distance. He takes the mangled birds plucks them, p......Read More

...An active adolescent auld adored before bipolar behavior began, articulating anger all abhorred, became Beelzebub’s best boogeyman. Called clergy congregated, confident, discerning deep down, ......Read More

...Bankers daughter Jean Ingelow Tennyson &Browning she got to know Her novels were very telling but her poesy had archaic spelling......Read More

...I am not an American But I have got the hump Not with all Americans Mainly with D J Trump. He has muddled my thinking. And turned my reasoning upside down, And wiped the smile from my face, ......Read More

... Time reminds… When I was five, I thought my mom was old And my grandmother – well, yes, She was ancient, archaic, antique My great-grandmother… Just imagine my thinking! W......Read More

... U nder cloudy skies, we pray D ry as a shuck the ground stays O pportunities come and go M oisture billows, swirls, flows E mpty the udometer on a dry pole T ell me has i......Read More

... Two lonesome beings in company of contrast, entwined by the sonorous medley of music. The confined bird has lost the freedom of the sky, but not the tune of its song, that echoes in the inc......Read More

...Twice told toilet tale – a cheeky execrable gross fable which poetic product best be affixed with hashtag STINKY label. As a young whippersnapper and one precocious lad to boot, I discovere......Read More

...Steam Travel Steam Trains, are, archaic, Romantic and prosaic, It takes an army of volunteers to keep these old trains going. What will happen, in the future There is just, no way of knowing, ......Read More

... "The Morality Police" hair showing not used for drying feet life of a young woman innocent tortured, brutally taken and murdered for what? in the ......Read More