Classic poem of the day
Though when from the bath he goes
Grace and beauty from him flows,
Though to win his body's prize
You would offer both your eyes,
Be not caught by charms like these,
Son of great Megistocles.
He is skilled in all love's wiles,
Many a suitor wins his smiles,
Naught of kindness there you'll see,
Nor of youth's simplicity.
Cruel is he though he's fair;
Fan not the flame; dear friend, beware.
Member poem of the day
As a kid, I'd scribble lines with glee,
Writing poems, oh so carefree.
For a grade, I'd weave words together,
Thinking I was quite the poet, clever!
Teachers praised my rhyming style,
With gold stars, they'd make me smile.
But little did I know back then,
Writing for grades was just a yen.
Now, as an adult, I wield my pen,
In hopes my poems bring some yen.
No more gold stars, just bills to pay,
Oh, how life's r...
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