Representative Poetry Online

Random Poem of the Day

1A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
2    All tenderly his messenger he chose;
3Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet --
4    One perfect rose.
5I knew the language of the floweret;
6    "My fragile leaves," it said, "his heart enclose."
7Love long has taken for his amulet
8    One perfect rose.
9Why is it no one ever sent me yet
10    One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
11Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
12    One perfect rose.