Classic poem of the day
(He speaks)
Would they bring hither all their thirst to me,
If they but knew, I wonder... There the path
Lurks unsuspected, like a trodden thing
Subtle with pain, some lizard, dusty dim,
That creeps a weary way beneath the noon
And turns unto the desert, very sure
That none will follow.
Oh, my wilderness
Without a promise, save for who must find
A sweetness in the sand! Where nothing grows
But light too far to gather, — in the ea......
Member poem of the day
I love my dad,
but my dad loves spending time with his friends.
I love my mom,
but my mom loves to gossip about others.
I love my aunty,
but she always seems to love my elder sister more.
And me?
I sit here, lonely —
longing for love, especially a parent's love.
Grieving quietly,
waiting for someone to notice.
Sometimes, being alone
feels better than being with those
who don’t see your wor...
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