Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
Dear lovely Death
That taketh all things under wing—
Never to kill—
Only to change
Into some other thing
This suffering flesh,
To make it either more or less,
But not again the same—
Dear lovely Death,
Change is thy other name.
member poem of the day
Flirting with death,
licking the top of the icy mountains,
taking down your confidence.
Kissing the goat hooves of the governments.
All of this from my bed.
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