Weekly Contest

Poetry contest
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Classic poem of the day

I live in the town
In a street;
It is crowded with traffic
And feet;
There are buses and motors
And trams;
I wish there were meadows
And lambs.

The houses all wait
In a row,
There is smoke everywhere
That I go.
I don't like the noises
I hear —
I wish there were woods
Very near.

There is only one thing
That I love,
And that is the sky
Far above,
There is plenty of room
In the blue
For castles of clouds
And me, too!

member poem of the day

there's a void being filled by unnecessary destruction and restructuring our worlds no longer coincide more like drawing a divisive line of wasteful unconscious distracted minds gone are we from days of thinking alike where how its best for every persons rights individualized to taking away moralities and it's now on track to be subsidized to all rights denied