Classic poem of the day
Of ancient streams presume no more to tell,
The fam'd castalian or pierian well;
SKUYLKIL superior, must those springs confess,
As Pensilvania yields to Rome or Greece .
More limpid water can no fountain show,
A fairer bottom or a smoother brow.
A painted world its peaceful gleam contains
The heav'nly arch, the bord'ring groves and plains:
Here in mock silver Cynthia seems to roll,
And trusty pointers watch the frozen pole.
Here sages m......
Member poem of the day
Cheese!
I want to sink into the dimples of your cheeks,
a comfortable haven from the outside world.
I could fill them with buckets and buckets of my own joy,
never running out as long as there's space to fill.
But the frown you wear for so long
threatens to cut new crevices.
Extending down, where
light gets lost
before it finds
the ground.
New lines, where the joy I once poured seeps out like a river looking for an ocean,...
