Classic poem of the day
Whiles Phebus shines within our Hemisphere,
There are no starres, or at least none appear.
Did not the sunne go hence, we should not know
Whether there were a night and starres, or no.
Till thou ly'dst down upon thy western bed,
Not one Poetick starre durst shew his head;
Athenian owls fear'd to come forth in verse,
Until thy fall darkned the Universe.
Thy death makes Poets; Mine eyes flow for thee,
And every tear speaks a dumbe elegie.
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Member poem of the day
I took my depression for a ride
to see what we could find
shot between the eyes
somewhere between California and the Connecticut countryside.
I want to get better,
but don't want to be bothered
so I'll bitch and moan,
complain the whole way home.
Two is a bunch and three is a crowd
so I cut him off
and watched her drown
said I loved you then, but I'm leaving you now. ...
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