Classic poem of the day
Chance of the mouth of the Friend E'er a sign giveth me not;
News of that mystery hid Fate of mine giveth me not.
I die of desire and behind The screen is no way; or if way
There offer, the warder access To the shrine giveth me not.
To purchase a kiss from her lip, My life, without stint, would I give;
But this from me taketh and that She, in fine, giveth me not.
The East wind caresseth her tress: How niggard is Fortune, behold,
That......
Member poem of the day
The September morning dawned serenely,
Soberly, on my unsuspecting America,
Announcing yet another day of ambitions,
Glorious dreams and hope.Then, suddenly,
Disrupting the diurnal equilibrium, flying
Metallic phantoms of apocalyptic terror
Streaked surreptitiously across the placid skies
With horrendous, nightmarish intent,
Demolishing the twin paragons of high
Finance, prosperity and progress! Tragedy
Struck, leaving ghoulish, bi...
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