Classic poem of the day
E'en as the flowers do wither
That maidens fair do gather,
So doth their beauty blazing,
Whereon there is such gazing.
As day is dimmed with the night,
So age doth vade the red and white,
And death consumes e'en in an hour
The virgin's weed, that dainty flower.
And unto them it may be told,
Who clothe most rich in silk and gold,
Ye dames, for all your pride and mirth,
Your beauty shall be turned to earth.
Member poem of the day
I look them right in the eye while I lie,
I doesn't matter though, their heads are too high,
I can huff and puff all I want, but that's just life,
I can't cry,
I can't whine,
I can't bicker,
All I can do is stay in my perfect line,
If I trip or fall who knows what will happen,
I think I'll have to do it till the end of time,
I can't breath,
I can't think,
I can't feel
nothing w......
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