Classic poem of the day
Beauty is seen
In the sunlight,
The trees, the birds,
Corn growing and people working
Or dancing for their harvest.
Beauty is heard
In the night,
Wind sighing, rain falling,
Or a singer chanting
Anything in earnest.
Beauty is in yourself.
Good deeds, happy thoughts
That repeat themselves
In your dreams,
In your work,
And even in your rest.
member poem of the day
Oh pennywise, Pennywise how many kids are you going to eat?
How many kids are you going to float?
Oh Pennywise please come by and eat their souls
Ripping their limbs one by one shoving it down your large throat
Oh Pennywise show me your skills of not being afraid of anyone or anything
Teach me to be scary and teach me how to fit into anyplace that I can hide
Show me your lair, show me your house
I want to help out by making them be afraid of me
By not caring what they say, by being stronger than them
Knowing their dark secrets and knowing their worst fears
Oh Pennywise no one wants us for who we are
They make fun of us but not for long
Since you're here we make fun of them
They want to bully us but we know you're here with us
So we bully them instead
Pennywise please be my friend and I'll help you make them float too
just like me and you