Classic poem of the day
Have you ever watched the clowns at play,
White, red and black on circus day?
They're always very, very gay.
I wonder how they stay that way!
I'd like to be a clown,
Playing tricks around the town,
Turning somersaults and springs,
As if they were easy things,
Laughing morning, noon and night,
Being such a funny sight!
Do you think, then, I'd grow tired of fun,
Laughing so from sun to sun?
Or, when performances ......
Member poem of the day
She took it upon her mystic self
To do the job of pain
To make me want what I once had
by taking it away
Like softest bones, the whitest clothes
on a skin so pale
always close though never here
she seemed so far away
I said to you, to our young self
that I shall ever stay,
that muddy earth and rugged dirt
shall not take me away
And now those blue eyes stare at me
So I just look away
But there she is, and h...
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