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Vintage Poems - Poems about Vintage

Vintage Photography
Images from a cogged box. A camera reveals hips and ankles, ribbons decorously draped over a contrived modesty. An artist has added a color tint, their cheeks are rosy, their lips red, a patchwork of painted glow. Half revealed bosoms flush and bloom. Pauses in an upper room. A warm lamp licks, feathers and brocade are adjusted. The girls choreograph next moves. A gentleman photographer toggles knurled brass knobs throws a veiling...

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Categories: vintage, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Vintage Vine
Seven and one, open gates! Zero, cancel wild! He who suffers, first berates! Listen, auld to child! Errors of the prophets? By necessity, none. Perfect record, get the fits? Oracle, scion, pun? Ergo, O my time and space! As above, below! Meteor, dark fire, displace. Broken, O my bow... Dread, thy bed. Bend back, bring. Born. Death, thy sacred sand. Dagger, axe, hell, heaven, horn. Doom within all, planned... Falcon, fix...

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Categories: vintage, grave, miracle,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member making a vintage Valentines Day Box
I collect the ingredients to make a fine valentines box lacy white paper doilies, silver gummy stars, vintage valentines a crisp new Sketchers Box in pristine shape Elmer’s glue, a stapler, markers and glitter Let’s make your valentines box, I say to my granddaughter She is nine; she shows me that she has a virtual box Her classmates send her electronic...

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Categories: vintage, granddaughter,
Form: Free verse
Vintage
Those white gray hairs Unshaved moustache Aged with wisdom....

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Categories: vintage, age, life, perspective, wisdom,
Form: Than-Bauk
Premium Member Paint A Picture
In your vintage gold design you lay in brilliant elegance- a memory of our yesteryear held in the highest esteem; words flew through the air. Image 4 ...

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Categories: vintage, imagery, tribute,
Form: Verse



Premium Member Vintage is Me
my closet defines my soul . . . it is me love anything vintage ...

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Categories: vintage, me,
Form: Free verse
A Vintage Sashay
Her hips leaves her loves, Kisses in the wind, As she sashays luminous, As a champagne moon, The vintage shore, Unwinds in the ultra neon lights, As bonfires hymn in the starry nights, Her vintage sashay, Inwardly lit, from the sweetness, that tenderly strides, Its as if she glides, Her beauty in the candles of our love Reynaldo Casison...

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Categories: vintage, beauty, nature, woman,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Vintage Violet
born into an aura of swirling purples hues of violet and amethyst a flower given a sweet vintage name as written ... a girl steadfast, faithful dependable, reliable, trustworthy dedicated friend with courage no matter the obstacle she loves anything vintage an earth bound energy a soul of moral strength her words take you on a journey her spirit a flowing river God blessed her with a bright shimmering light...

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Categories: vintage, me,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Vintage Dress Starts a Fiasco
the vintage homecoming dress was donated in the middle of the night. This is a small town, in 1972. There were no security cameras. Sue, the shop owner had asked for vintage dresses for her window display. She had no idea what inferno of questions was going to come to her. Sue was new in town, did not know...

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Categories: vintage, mother daughter,
Form: Narrative
Doll Story Ld
Cinnamon, my childhood doll, I barely thought of you at all - of where you went, or how, or when, but I was only little then. Now I'm crying, lost in time: layered under years of grime, you sit quite still upon the shelf and I am back inside myself. The antique market fades away: I reach for you amidst the fray. My Cinnamon, my childhood friend, our...

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Categories: vintage, child, growing up, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Welcome To Vintage Easter Land
Vintage Easter land is oh so gorgeous and grand Explosive violets in purple throughout the land egg basket in sight with embroidered holiday cloth chicks are dancing their tiny webbed like feet off Vintage Easter land is the place for a bunny to be He is excited about the big day and dancing in glee The fabulous Easter egg hunt we...

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Categories: vintage, easter,
Form: Rhyme
Chantaclair
Chantaclair From the pleasure garden, came the grape to ferment the vintage, loved by pauper poet, saint, or sage. Taste so sweet with just a hint of bite, nectar of the gods, but a single bottle survives, Chantaclair....

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Categories: vintage, drink,
Form: Blank verse
Premium Member Heirloom
iridescent pearls rope of beaded memories family heirloom Pixabay image by: Myriam-Fotos...

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Categories: vintage, family, old,
Form: Haiku
Vintage Love
A bottle of you was not enough, I needed the whole case With every drop and fragrance let, uncorking my embrace To deeply breathe your sweet perfume and drown in nectars dew I try to sip but lose myself —inside your vineyard true (Rosemont Pennsylvania: April, 2022)...

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Categories: vintage, drink, love, wine,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Vintage Trailer House
I cut off the chicken legs of my dusty house I live in this tin with a little grey mouse Each year on Halloween I put candy out And catch me some kidniks to grind into grout,...

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Categories: vintage, animal, grandmother, halloween, horror,
Form: Quatrain

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