Classic poem of the day
All night and all day the wind roared in the trees,
Until I could think there were waves rolling high as my bedroom floor;
When I stood at the window, an elm bough swept to my knees;
The blue spruce lashed like a surf at the door.
The second dawn I would not have believed:
The oak stood with each leaf stiff as a bell.
When I looked at the altered scene, my eye was undeceived,
But my ear still kept the sound of the sea like a shell.
Member poem of the day
How could you do that
to a poor little kid
who's eyes you dimmed.
How could you do that
to a poor little kid
who's smile you took away.
How could you do that
to a poor little kid
who's heart you broke
and filled with rage.
How could you do that
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