Classic poem of the day
Sunset has flung its glory o'er the floods,
That wind amid lonia's myrtle woods, —
Sunset that dies a conqueror in his splendour;
But the warm crimson ray
Has almost sunk away
Beneath a purple twilight faint and tender.
Soft are the hues around the marble fanes,
Whose marble shines amid the wooded plains, —
Fanes where a false but lovely creed was kneeling,
A creed that held divine
All that was but a sign,
The out......
Member poem of the day
“A stargirl
Gazes at the stars, looking upon her dreams
As the night softly wanes
And her imagination chains
As comets
Sketch shimmery streaks across sky’s canvas
Her eyes wide open
She embellishes the sky with ten
Paper stars
She folds one end of the strip o’er the other
Pulling the end through the hole
Flattening it with her palms
Tucking in the corners
Pinching the pointy triangles
Her eyes ...
