Classic poem of the day
When I hear the old men
Telling of heroes,
Telling of great deeds
Of ancient days,
When I hear them telling,
Then I think within me
I too am one of these.
When I hear the people
Praising great ones,
Then I know that I too
Shall be esteemed,
I too when my time comes
Shall do mightily.
Member poem of the day
The sky is a ceiling too distant to touch,
The desert is speaking in tongues of the hush.
A thirst that is nameless, a vision too bright,
A well that is laughing, dissolving in light.
Step into the shimmer, step into the lie,
The water, it beckons, it smiles, it sighs.
But sip it and taste it—this nectar of air,
A chalice of nothing, a kingdom of glare.
The roads are all bending, the signs are misread,
The footprints behind you di...
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