Classic poem of the day
After the first powerful plain manifesto
The black statement of pistons, without more fuss
But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.
Without bowing and with restrained unconcern
She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,
The gasworks and at last the heavy page
Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery.
Beyond the town there lies the open country
Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,
The luminous self-possession of ships o......
Member poem of the day
Tomorrow I will die but you don't seem to care I'm not hiding it, so how are you unaware? I've been dying some time You're making death come quicker My blood gets poisoned and becomes thicker. You sit on your balcony way up in the sky But somehow don't see as I wither and cry. But I hear you when you shrug And you say to yourself “death is inevitable” You don't mention how my early death was avoidable. You pretend you don't mistreat me But you pay others to bring me agony So ......
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