Classic poem of the day
Thou, who on some dark mountain's brow
Hast toil'd thy life away till now,
And often from that rugged steep
Beheld the vast extended deep,
Come from thy forest, and with me
Learn what it is to go to sea.
There endless plains the eye surveys
As far from land the vessel strays;
No longer hill nor dale is seen,
The realms of death intrude between,
But fear no ill; resolve, with me
To share the dangers of the sea.
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Member poem of the day
Goosebumps sprout in the drizzle of this ethereal emotion. I’m marveled at what I feel; even the word ‘Ecstasy’ cannot convey its depth. It’s like the heaven-light illuminating my soul. Oh, I don’t think it’s an apt simile. My mind floats in the sublime air as a milkweed seed. It’s not the unreal reality created by mescaline. It’s as pure as innocence, seems to spring from my rock-bottom. From this indefinable emotion, a new poem is born without a cesarean. ......
