Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
To go to Rome
Is much of trouble, little of profit:
The King whom thou seekest here,
Unless thou bring Him with thee, thou wilt not find.
member poem of the day
A vacant city
Deserves much pity
For its lavish streets perish with time
And the quaint store bells never chime
The wind remains the only sound
Not a single candy wrapper upon the ground
Every footstep remains unheard
No one daresay a single word
An alley filled with the scent of chocolate drops
coming from a place where no one ever shops
A dusty roof
Oh, there seems to be no living proof
But don’t be alarmed
This town has everyone charmed
For the serenity only gives grace
To somewhere we call a quiet place.
