Weekly Contest

Poetry contest
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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.