Classic poem of the day
WRITTEN AT NORTH HINTON .
Cold was the blast, remote the dwelling,
And winter struck a deep dismay;
Yet, spite of fogs and storms repelling,
Good-nature found the dreary way.
Oh thou! whose kind benignant pleasure,
Is social blessings to impart,
May ev'ry Muse attend thy leisure,
That warms the fancy or the ......
Member poem of the day
These are poems about sunset, poems about the song going down and things irretrivably lost, poems about regret.
Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Sr., on the day he departed this life
Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight's revelations of wonder,
the sky is ripped asunder.
The moon lurks in the clouds,
waiting, as if to plunde...