Classic poem of the day
Behold the dread Mt. Shasta, where it stands
Imperial midst the lesser heights, and, like
Some mighty unimpassioned mind, companionless
And cold. The storms of Heaven may beat in wrath
Against it, but it stands in unpolluted
Grandeur still; and from the rolling mists upheaves
Its tower of pride e'en purer than before.
The wintry showers and white-winged tempests leave
Their frozen tributes on its brow, and it
Doth make of them an everlasting crown.
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Member poem of the day
The first hit felt like fire.
I easily felt your rage.
I felt like a circus animal,
Contained within your cage.
You told that me you loved me.
How could I not believe?
I gave only you my heart.
You’re the holder of its key.
Trust me, I’ve been hurt,
But this is nothing new.
My whole life’s been a struggle.
All of it - for you.
They tell me it ain't healthy
That I do deserve more.
Love...
