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Classic poem of the day
Alice Lee stood awaiting her lover one night,
Her cheeks flushed and glowing, her eyes full of light.
She had placed a sweet rose 'mid her wild flowing hair;
No flower of the forest e'er looked half so fair
As she did that night, as she stood by the door
Of the cot where she dwelt by the side of the moor.
She heard a quick step coming over the moor,
And a merry voice which she had oft heard before;
And ere she could speak a strong arm held her fast,
And a manly voice whispered, " I've come, love, at last.
I'm sorry that I've kept you waiting like this,
But I know you'll forgive me, then give me a kiss. "
But she shook the bright curls on her beautiful head,
And she drew herself up while quite proudly she said,
" Now, William, I'll prove if you really are true,
For you say that you love me — I don't think you do;
If really you love me you must give up the wine,
For the...
member poem of the day
You weren’t there when all the kids from school teased me, called me unspeakable names.
You weren't there when I cried myself to sleep at night after an argument with my mother.
I wished so badly that you were there to calm her down to make us laugh away the angier.
You weren't there to stop me from dating losers who didn’t give a damn about loving me for my soul and not for what I looked like on the outside.
You weren’t there to pick up the broken pieces of my heart when I believed that even my family didn’t love me for who I am.
You weren’t there to bring me a bouquet of roses after every theatrical performance.
You weren’t there to take pictures of me and tell me how much I’ve grown up at my prom. You weren’t there to teach me what the true meaning of love is.
You won't be there to see me graduate or to give me away at my wedding.
Even though I have the best mother in the world I s
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