Classic poem of the day
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that will carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.
Down in the meadows the other day,
A-gathering flowers both fine and gay,
A-gathering flowers both red and blue
I little thought what love can do.
I leaned my back up against some oak,
Thinking that he was a trusty tree,
But first he bended and then he broke
And so did my false love to me.......
Member poem of the day
O My heart, why?
Why wouldn’t you be more patient?
You wish for the unwishable,
Love is a wistful illusion
An elusive maiden…
Who has ever restrained the free-spirited wind,
Who has ever ensnared the sunshine,
Who has ever reined in the waves of the sea,
Who has ever tethered the vibrancy of colors,
Who has ever entrapped the beauty?
Forbear my heart,
Know you not
Love is fraught with despair and isolat...