Classic poem of the day
Look at the eyes look from my tail!
What other eyes could look so well?
A peacock asks a nightingale.
And how my feathers twist the sun!
Confess that no one, no, no one
Has ever seen such colour spun.
Who would not fall in ecstasy
Before the gemmed enamelry
Of ruby-topaz-sapphire me?
When my proud tail parades its fan,
You, little bird, are merely an
Anachronism in its van.
Let me advise that you ......
Member poem of the day
Last winter, the one came in a top hat,
snarling with all the tact of a mortician.
I have not forgotten his paw, black, spotted with stars
and hairy—he bade me kiss it, and I could feel the clotted
dirt on my lips, the polish of his black nails. Wolves,
I murmur. They wanted to be left alone. Then
they just wanted. And that was all it took. The sheen
of their thousands on the horizon, their bodies forming
a curve of silver light. Th......
Popular poems
Random poem
Random Image
