Vintage Poems - Poems about Vintage

...I am on a train above the clouds, a wondrous scene, No panic stirred, just enchantment filled the air serene. Faces, familiar yet strange, in clownish attire, A vintage dream train, stoked with ch......Read the rest...

...Is Mc'quarie bank loosing the plot? as it dreams gray digits And attempts in fact a blot.! To remove the lifelines of cheuqe and cash, that bedrock.' Australia this is like a sneak attack smash grab......Read the rest...

... I like roaming thrift stores full of worthless things lost treasures that I can hold within my hands and mind capturing a time gone for a pretty hand painted cup a collectible or a reli......Read the rest...

... The allure of mirage magnetic, thirst unquenched in hidden hope unperceived, insight intuits crafty illusion in life of reality, rational awareness absorbed......Read the rest...

...Like wine deep in the racks poems carefully age Each of a vintage a time and a place — labeled to consume (The Rathskeller: July, 2015) ......Read the rest...

...The thought of a bus The ride and comfort The force of exhaust Run and chase Exhaust blown in your face Wheels maneuvering over the open road A solid glance of behold Journeying transit or mot......Read the rest...

... In sepia foliage's of falsified fantasies, cursed by haunting hornets stinging with honeyed painted lies, her mind was like a matriarch of metaphors. An inflorescent seed buried in darkness,......Read the rest...

... Where did she go, that girl in the photograph? Suspended in time, preserved like a fly petrified in amber, and petrified by life. Where is she now, that girl with furrowed brow? Beautiful y......Read the rest...

...pounding grinding drilling sawdust plumbing scraps empty boxes strewn from bedroom to bathroom and everywhere in between ... a miner's shanty once propped up on timbers with no firm......Read the rest...

... Ebullient fluid ecstasy cascades charisma across the fabric of the valley of time, as on convivial canvas of sanguinity the emotive artist paints the fresco of poignant panorama......Read the rest...

...And in parts of the world for medicals, revive their bestilled passions. Magic holds practiced heart of effervescent spectrum, aquatic lilies peals, summons one home. Aqueous lotus blossom, prome......Read the rest...

...Another lost noon, engraved as unforgettable memoirs within my mind, I’m rethinking of rewriting and rewinding revoked reflections of a love rekindled. My eager heart is now hanging i......Read the rest...

...Born December 5, 1961, blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds, eyes of the bluest baby innocence. Remember the 1960's brother, Massapequa proud, Long Island. Our Cedar Street, lined once with what ......Read the rest...

... A woman is more than solely a woman, She's nobody's but her own, She embraces truth in life with compassion in her soul. A woman is more than solely a woman, There's ambition ......Read the rest...

... In the darkness of the night, a ruby gleams to contrast a slumbered eye awakened to feeling, reflection, light, Lady "Genie", eyes aglow like a beast, in mid-stride, lost in her mid......Read the rest...