Classic poem of the day
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Are your rocks shelter for ships?
Have you sent galleys from your beach?
Are you graded, a safe crescent,
Where the tide lifts them back to port?
Are you full and sweet,
Tempting the quiet
To depart in their trading ships?
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil —
You are the land-blight.
You have tempted men,
But they perished on your cliffs.
Your lig......
Member poem of the day
Somewhere in
the long journey
his father forgot
how to tie a bow tie
without wrinkles.
His mother often felt
as if she had been
vellicated by the
feathers of a raven.
When he tried to play
the piano in the snow,
his fingers stuck
to the keys.
Listening carefully,
her nonchalant beauty
heard a choir
of dusty angels.
Her long-legged father
continued to instigate
fractious event...
