Classic poem of the day
After the first powerful plain manifesto
The black statement of pistons, without more fuss
But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.
Without bowing and with restrained unconcern
She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,
The gasworks and at last the heavy page
Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery.
Beyond the town there lies the open country
Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,
The luminous self-possession of ships o......
Member poem of the day
Poetry is more of a calling, an insatiable quest,
You have to have ache in your heart
Passion in your soul, flair in your spirit
and streaks of craziness.
You have to feel the pain of the others
You have to cry their tears
You have to enjoy their joy
You have to celebrate their victory
and mourn their loss;
Poetry allows me to give vent to
my rage and my desperation in words
my fantasies and my dreams
my fears and my aspi...
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