Classic poem of the day
Love, by sure proof I may call thee unkind,
That giv'st no better ear to my just cries;
Thou whom to me such my good turns should bind,
As I may well recount, but none can prize;
For when, nak'd boy, thou couldst no harbour find
In this old world, grown now so too too wise,
I lodged thee in my heart, and being blind
By nature born, I gave to thee mine eyes.
Mine eyes, my light, my heart, my life, alas,
If so great services may scorned be,
Yet let......
Member poem of the day
Cheese!
I want to sink into the dimples of your cheeks,
a comfortable haven from the outside world.
I could fill them with buckets and buckets of my own joy,
never running out as long as there's space to fill.
But the frown you wear for so long
threatens to cut new crevices.
Extending down, where
light gets lost
before it finds
the ground.
New lines, where the joy I once poured seeps out like a river looking for an ocean,...
