Classic poem of the day
The world awaits: When shall there come again
The nameless heir to an imperial throne,
From thronged metropolis or mountain glen,
To prove his royal blood and claim his own—
The boundless empire of the hearts of men?
Is he among us now, uncrowned, unknown,—
Perchance his birth-right self-unrecognized—
A king beneath a peasant's garb disguised?
Doubt not; for while the fair young mother Spring
Comes lapping in her robe half-op......
Member poem of the day
Dewdrops dribble at a point,
where morning quietly crawls,
The shrieking raven shakes leaves,
leaves whilst making chilling calls,
Squirrels flit from tree to branch,
when I can barely yawn,
All at once a looping halo,
splits a creeping dawn,
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