Weekly Contest
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Classic poem of the day
Withering and keen the Winter comes,
While Comfort flies to close-shut rooms,
And sees the snow in feathers pass
Winnowing by the window-glass;
Whilst unfelt tempests howl and beat
Above his head in chimney-seat.
Now, musing o'er the changing scene,
Farmers behind the tavern-screen
Collect; — with elbow idly press'd
On hob, reclines the corner's guest,
Reading the news, to mark again
The bankrupt lists, or price of grain;
Or old Moore's annual prophecies
Of flooded fields and clouded skies;
Whose Almanac's thumb'd pages swarm
With frost and snow, and many a storm,
And wisdom, gossip'd from the stars,
Of politics and bloody wars.
He shakes his head, and still proceeds,
Nor doubts the truth of what he reads:
All wonders are with faith supplied, —
Bible, at once, or weather-guide.
Puffing the while his red-ti...
member poem of the day
Three little words are so hard to say,
Why do they seem to get in the way,
Three little words are so hard to come out of my mouth,
When you say them the relationship sometimes goes south.
Three little words “I love you”,
Even when spoken may be true,
Three little words are so hard to find,
They let you know how much I want to make you mine.
Three little words that’s all it takes,
Speak those three words to your lover and his day you will make,
Three little words ‘‘tis so sweet,
As long as you keep hearing them you will never know defeat.
Three little words are music to my ears,
When I hear them they bring me to tears,
Three little words are so special to me,
When my lover speaks them to me it always sets me free.
Weekly Contest
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