Classic poem of the day
I LOVE thee that thou dost inspire
My ice-bound heart with quickening fire,
And makest me forget,
One silver moment, that I'm old,
When warms thy breath my lips, from cold
Indifference to regret.
As in gray autumn's dreary days
Their pallid cheeks the asters raise,
To catch the sun's stray kiss,
So, ere the Arctic night sets in,
Thy radiance shall my last thread spin
With rapture's golden bliss.
O thrilling touch, O glow......
Member poem of the day
Somewhere between searching for my soul and losing my mind
I have lost my actual self.
Someone I never knew emerged and forged light into my psyche instead---
Of letting it be.
For I have died five years ago
But none of you have seen
We are echoes of the past trying to live what has been.
Memories are altered with specs of the unknown
I am what I was and what was never shown
Concealing reality,
Exposing what’s supposed to be hidden
To ......
