#vintage poems on Hello Poetry

sun stars moons Feb 2015

this world is a tough place to make it.
for artists striving and struggling, in every corner of the artistic world, it's tough everywhere.
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#love #poetry #world #art #new #artist #style #vintage #fashion #clothing

Kate Lion Jan 2015

rusty love

i am a Spidey red Pontiac
the ceiling is falling in and the doors are broken
(that you pry open anyway
but only because i want you to)

you ask me with your eyelashes
why i don't put thumbtacks into the parts of me that droop and sag along the interior

and the heater whines softly,
smoke spilling in from a mangled motor
because i ask myself the same question

we are cramped, you and i
the stuffing seeping out of the back seat,
the mangled box spring hearts dangling from our chests like metal slinkies that can't find the floor
because we've swallowed one too many books
and seen each other barefoot once too few
but we are happy, you and i
we find amusement in red sweaters and pull Pokemon from Abe's old hat

i wouldn't pass the safety inspection for your soul
(but you drive me anyway)

#love #hearts #driving #cars #vintage #rust #oldfashioned

Thomas EG Jan 2015

Bad Boy

You think you're so cool...
Bad boy, detached.
Nobody knows you
like you know yourself.
Leather jacket, crooked grin.
Only few deserve it.
Pocket-watch, single hoop earring.
Vintage, vintage...
How did you get so great?
Perhaps you stole the lost souls
of fragile beauties.
Perhaps you aren't so great after all.
Perhaps...
Or maybe
you just got so sick of hating yourself,
that you decided
to hate everyone else instead.
Maybe...
Or it's possible
that you lost your own soul
in the eyes of a fragile beauty...
And it's possible
that you're too far gone
to be saved.

Literally just wrote this on the spot. I don't know.

#hate #lost #boy #beauty #bad #vintage

Kate Lion Jan 2015

for my dear Alexander

i will love you
until my heart pumps so hard that my veins burst through my skin and attach themselves to the mattress, spreading across the walls and feeling for your body in the darkness

i will love you
until gravity becomes old fashioned
we'll wear it as vintage
falling into each other
all over again
for old time's sake

i will love you
until we explode in mini supernovas under the scrutiny of God's microscope
and our dust fragments tumble,
then settle snugly,
spooning on His bookshelf.

to encrust the covers and begin another story

#love #gravity #god #relationships #science #story #trees #hearts #veins #vintage

wilteddiamondsxo Dec 2014

Past #2

I don't understand how people can live like this
The world is just a giant cage
Everybody is trying to control each other
Is it just because they aren't in control of their own lives?

The government controls it's people
Instead of making the world happier and safer
They demand conformity..
The entire human race does

Religion tells you how to act
Most of them don't even understand their own religion
Their beliefs have been cropped and edited
To be a tool instead of guide

Storied of reincarnation were abolished
With such beliefs, There would be no fear of death
And fear of death is the easiest way to control

People preach acceptance and kindness
But those same people abuse and outcast those who are different
You have to be something other then yourself if you want to be accepted
And if you do this, You will quickly loose yourself

Look at this world, Then try and tell me it's right.

#religion #old #control #government #outcast #vintage

Vinny Kona Nov 2014

Urgency

There is no sense of urgency anymore.
Our problems are getting worse
And we keep burying our faces deeper and deeper into a digital stupor.
Every time we look up, the world looks a little grayer
And our eyes have to strain a little harder to see the beauty that is left.

#past #beauty #technology #vintage #digital

Missy Oct 2014

Nicotine

his eyes trace my figure as my fingers trace his
and when lips meet it proves of radiant bliss
but as soon as pale hearts meets the greeting night
then hips align like stars only to delight
as one we seek places of the highest standing
using directions written on love marked skin
once innocent, now dangerous
no question arises to contradict such action
for strangers eyes lead astray when they hear of our stories
but the novels we write are only locked and hidden
for those strangers would assure to steal them away
elegance and divinity are like those of vintage coffee shops
where broken hearts are mended with love stories, caffeine and nicotine
where our adventures are as priceless as the Mona Lisa
and no soul can buy or touch the love we express
frost-touched lips meet in the seldom disturbed fields
where thoughts gallops freely and laughs carry on caressing breezes
for we out number the night's stars in moments made into memories
and our touch burns hotter than the smoldering sun in the Sahara
desires dig deep as our roots of commitment
while seconds pass by without your sheer image
for our novels live on, as we tangle around each other
and passion gleams farther in fields with cold breezes
darling, our love is stronger than imaginable
for with you, your more addictive than hot caffeine in the morning
stronger impulse than nicotine in a life-long habit
your love, our love
we are forever infinite

#love #poetry #addiction #relationships #coffee #obsession #inspiration #nicotine #caffeine #vintage

Blue Sweater Sep 2014

Glitch in the Matrix

Rehashing the rare
Out with the new,
In with the old.
She's always had a thing
For the things that exude
A quirkiness and a bucolic charm
The smell of old books
The black and the white
Good ol' Chaplin, James Dean
And the Sound of Music
The Beatles, a tape recorder
High-waisted pants
And the gramophone
And a rustic old bar
With a gruff bartender
Who's off his rocker
But he'll double up as your therapist
And for the boy with the dark brown eyes
Who looks across the bar at her.
And smiles.
It's all black and white again
Except this time,
It isn't her favourite Casablanca scene
But a white screen
And a thousand particles
Microcosmic
A milieu of
Unfathomable numbers float
Through the atmosphere
Connecting her to him.
And she doesn't want that.
She's always had a thing for the old,
But he makes her doubt that.

#love #poetry #life #old #bar #sympathy #therapy #release #vintage #bartender

Anna Vigue Oct 2013

15 and Counting

I can't tell you what I meant
because I don't know what I said
I'd tell you what I think
but I haven't got a thought
if I put two and two together
I think that I'd get five
and if you'd **** me
for what I know
I'd only tell you lies
I'm a smashed up piggy bank
robbed of all my pride
broken heart
empty mind
nothing
left
inside

Wrote this at 15

#facebook #drama #vintage #1994 #wroteaskid

Elizabeth P Aug 2014

Old Jukebox

A boy he was
Long, long ago
As he glided into the chromed and teal druggist shop
1950s it was
Vintage years
Women in pert dresses
Men in sharp taupe suits
Filled the shop with a smoky manner
On that summer Sunday afternoon
Fan bladed just a-turnin'
Right through time itself

He saw this box before
Jeweled, valuable big music box
Been here not too long
Breathing in a flavored breath
He saw another it
The black round of pure bliss
"Blue Suede Shoes" by Elvis Presley
The white letterin' said
Letter G
Number 4
Hands ***** cold metal from warm pockets
Slipping them into the maiden's shelter
Fingers to buttons,
Arm to record
Music to shop
"Well, it's one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go."
Floated in mass commodity
Away the ears and mind blew in the wind
Far from his hometown
Far from his school
And far from everything he already knew...

Daydream ended too soon for his comfort
The boy stared at the flashy box
And spoke a quiet goodbye
Tile guided him out the ringing door
Concrete guided him home
Where now the older him
Lives crooked, but happy
With a dear old woman who loves him more than anything else
And a jukebox
With many records in it
But one is still on top
"Blue Suede Shoes" by Elvis Presley
In chipped, faded lettering

Vintage poem for the past :)

#love #music #vintage #1950s #olddays #jukebox #drugstore