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    In this cold dark room I sit Between these

    walls I barely fit The space around decays with time I close my eyes yet echoes bind I'm blind To everyone around The sound Cries of laughter muffling the pain Insane Or at least I hope No hope lost hope Alone in crowds of where we danced No home can last My home is lost This is...
    TheOriginalDarkHorse TheOriginalDarkHorse 18-21, F Mar 29

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    Bodies pressed together in erotic combat,

    Pushing, pulling, rubbing,biting, clawing On each other like wild animals struggling To free themselves from long captivity. Two feral hearts breaking down every Barrier standing in the way of achieving The long awaited climaxes of mind and body. Reaching the pinnacle of lust...
    hardbargain hardbargain 51-55, M 2 Responses Mar 20

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    The Endless Cycle

    The composure of my soul is harmonized by that of yours, Our bodies meet in euphoria, behind closed doors, Your touch sends me into a world of comfort, my problems then erased, though only so temporary, so finite, I only get a taste, And with that taste I get a craving that is...
    SoulsOfTheTrees SoulsOfTheTrees 16-17, F Jul 27, 2012

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    Waves Of Autumn. The waves started calm

    that day on the beaches. Those beaches made of sand and stone. Sand and stone stacked and pilled to form pillars and perches, Gates and bridges. sand and stone stacked so high, the watch towers rose from the ground like a rib cage that protected a non beating heart. But than...
    AxiosThanatos AxiosThanatos 18-21, M 1 Response Jul 5, 2014

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    If you dissect a bird To diagram the

    tongue You'll cut the chord Articulating song. If you flay a beast To marvel at the mane You'll wreck the rest From which the fur began. If you pluck out the heart To find what makes it move, You'll halt the clock That syncopates our love. Sylvia Plath
    SoulUrges SoulUrges 46-50, F 5 days ago

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    WARNING By Jenny Joseph When I am an old woman

    I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm...
    00FlyingHome 00FlyingHome 41-45, F 1 Response Jan 6

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    Here is a poem from E.

    E. Cummings that I thought was nice: ‘i carry your heart’ by E.E. Cummings i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my...
    Kalena09 Kalena09 51-55, F 1 Response Jul 27, 2014

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    I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath,

    my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with my smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe...
    IF64 IF64 51-55, M 1 Response Feb 8

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    I was never insance except upon occasions

    when my heart was touched. ~ Edgar Allan poe.
    Modernpsyche Modernpsyche 22-25 Feb 26

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    THIS BE THE VERSE. By Philip Larkin.

    They **** you up, your mum and dad.        They may not mean to, but they do.    They fill you with the faults they had     And add some extra, just for you. But they were ****** up in their turn     By fools in old-style hats and coats,    Who half...
    00FlyingHome 00FlyingHome 41-45, F 3 Responses Apr 24

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    WIND by Ted Hughes This house has been far out

    at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose; then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light, luminous black and...
    00FlyingHome 00FlyingHome 41-45, F 2 Responses Mar 31

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    I've written the largest collection of poetry

    ever published in the history of literature. A lot of it is terribly dark, and a lot of it is amazingly light. PLEASE support by writing a review, or getting the download here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00T0UDCUQ
    AaronLA AaronLA 31-35, M Feb 15

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    Cold dark nights, beautiful starry skies,

    look into the clouds there a noble being lies, a being of neither love or hate, a being bound by neither destiny or fate, a being looking for purpose, looking for it's place, in a world that is obsessed by race.
    RebelLynx RebelLynx 18-21, M 1 Response Jun 29, 2014

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    Kubla Khan By Samuel Taylor Coleridge "In

    Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round; And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills...
    Bewail Bewail 22-25, F 2 Responses Apr 28

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    Sailing the dark seas No beacon in sight A

    lonely ship No light in his night. Familiar his charms I enjoy his mere presence Within his deep mind Am I only a peasant? Feelings like truth They come from my heart I hide nothing from him But is that not smart? I wonder about him This enigma to me Someday he'll come...
    Loverofpeace Loverofpeace 41-45, F 8 Responses Apr 28

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    Thevy29 Thevy29 31-35, M 1 Response Sep 22, 2014

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    "I've always been different

    and I'll tell you why. I'm not afraid of the truth. I'm not afraid of being honest and raw and downright brutal with how I choose to hammer words out of my mouth. I'm not afraid to show myself without a designer label, without any coat of sugary bullshit. I'm not afraid to say I...
    TjDee TjDee 18-21, F Apr 21

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    Love Compared

    I do not resemble your other lovers, my lady should another give you a cloud I give you rain Should he give you a lantern, I will give you the moon Should he give you a branch I will give you the trees And if another gives you a ship I shall give you the journey. Nizar...
    MrSquishy MrSquishy 41-45, M 1 Response Oct 24, 2013

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    I wrote this today before going to

    school: The game we call life Life is a game we all have to play. You keep getting stronger and stronger and then you die, this is what some call society. Controlling, mind numbing, murdering society, don't be a pawn in the game of life, be a purple cow, be extraordinary...
    rougewolf55555 rougewolf55555 18-21, F Mar 12

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    Painting is a kind of visual poetry

    as poetry is a kind of verbal painting....
    Brunette4U Brunette4U 31-35, F Apr 13

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    A flower is Mother Nature’s ‘tap on the

    shoulder’ to stop and look … A poem is an author’s ‘tap on the shoulder’ to find the flowers....
    Brunette4U Brunette4U 31-35, F 1 Response Apr 23

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    Poem #11 Family Photos

    Granddad and Rosie Grandad and Rosie never did like each other, but Grandma loved them both. From the day Fred Jr. brought her home and introduced her as his new bride, Grandad and Rosie didn't like each other. But twice a year, Grandma would bring out the old Kodak, Brownie and...
    Serenitree Serenitree 70+, F 1 Response Jul 22, 2011

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    Majestic mountain desperately reaching

    for the sun, clouds making faces at the mountain teasingly making fun, the mountain erupts into a crying fit of rage, tears of blood spewing and running down it's sides, the moon rises and gives the mountain comfort, saying stop crying little mountain the clouds have gone away...
    RebelLynx RebelLynx 18-21, M 1 Response Jun 30, 2014

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    Bloodied, scarred, beaten,

    A man,Ravaged,Lies on the field of battle,Nearly broken,His body stirs,Summoning courage,He rejects defeat,Rises slowly,To his knees,Then his feet,His heart,Pumping strength to his limbs,Life to his spirit,And the will to soldier on,WoA 
    WizardOfAahs WizardOfAahs 41-45, M 2 Responses Oct 4, 2014

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    Did you hear about the rose

    that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared. -Tupac Shakur
    marladurden13 marladurden13 41-45, F Feb 6

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    Whispers upon the air blow past the frozen pond

    at dusk. Trees stand silent and tall as if awaiting the coming of a King. Through out the forest, flowers covered with frost try to open. Too impatient to wait for spring are they. The howling of a lonely stranger awakens my mind from the depths in which it had been dwelling...
    TiredTruth TiredTruth 13-15 2 Responses Feb 23

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    Crimson hearts, previously ripped in two.

    His pessimistic vision. Her realist point of view. Two wondering souls that know not what to do. This story is but a meager offering for you. Broken is she. Always this way and that. A well rounded man. But, not one to combat. We laugh like the sinners and cry like...
    Loverofpeace Loverofpeace 41-45, F 4 Responses Apr 16

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    The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into

    the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in it's flight, I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long afterward...
    IF64 IF64 51-55, M May 1

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    The earth turns cold spinning on ice

    as we were once told turning, yearning for something more from us all must we allow this emptiness to dissolve we are affected by what once stood tall or broken down by how far we fall off this earth that now turns cold are we to blame for the end of it all -Anna
    Annamo2dres Annamo2dres 22-25, F Mar 16

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    Bruised and Bare

    you dont call you dont write. im beginning to think were are playing pretend. im holding so very tight to the messages you send wont admit to myself just yet that they are vague and fall short. misgiuding and easy to forget but theyre my last resort as i sit here im just...
    classylassy classylassy 26-30, F 2 Responses May 28, 2008

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    William Wordsworth's Daffodills

    I have for a very long time been an admirer of Poetry,this classic by William Wordsworth must be one of the few all time classics.What draws me to this Poem is my adoration for Englands beautiful Lake District,Wordsworths homeland.I have followed in his footsteps so many times...
    garvan garvan 46-50, M 2 Responses May 12, 2011

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    First I was dying to finish high school

    and start college And then I was dying to finish college and start working And then I was dying to marry and have children And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough to go to school so I could go back to work And then I was dying to retire And now I am dying...
    rougewolf55555 rougewolf55555 18-21, F Mar 9

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    "Body of a Woman" by Pablo Neruda

    Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough peasant's body digs in you and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth. I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me, and night swamped me with its crushing invasion. To...
    foldedunfolding foldedunfolding 31-35, F 2 Responses Sep 25, 2012

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    Slow Dance

    Slow Dance This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem. It is quite the poem Please pass it on. This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a medical doctor -Make sure to read...
    deleted deleted 26-30 4 Responses May 29, 2013

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    The Introvert Consider the ants,

    forget not the bees Their underground empires and hives in the trees You tread 'cross the surface, not realizing the're there You see the hives hanging, but know not the lair Constructed within, where tunnels run deep Where kingdoms are ruled by those who don't sleep The tiniest...
    IF64 IF64 51-55, M May 6

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    Robert Frost Poem

    Nature's first green is gold- Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf a flower... But only so an hour- Then leaf subsides to leaf- So Eden sank in grief- So dawn goes down to day.... No, nothing GOLD can stay. *feels sad*
    TheChurchLady TheChurchLady 46-50, F 22 Responses Jun 16, 2012

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    So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today -

    So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away - Oozed so in crimson bubbles Day's departing tide - Blooming - tripping - flowing - Are ye then with God?
    junipersun21 junipersun21 18-21, F Mar 17

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    Archie's Love For Ebony

    A LOVE THAT ONCE WAS & WILL ALWAYS BE. A LOVE THAT SHOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU & ME.  EBONY, THOUGH I WILL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN, AT LEAST NOT IN PERSON, MY HEART WILL ALWAYS BELONG TO YOU. THOUGH YOU'LL NEVER READ THEM, I WROTE SOME POEMS, EXPRESSING MY UNFAILING LOVE...
    LITTLEBOYINSIDE LITTLEBOYINSIDE 41-45, M 4 Responses Apr 2, 2012

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    What Matter(S)

    What are you made of, my heart? Sometimes so light, You lift me to the sky. Sometimes so heavy, You bring me crashing down. Sometimes so vast, You could take the whole world in. Sometimes so small, I can't even love myself. Sometimes so soft, I want to warp myself in you...
    MrSquishy MrSquishy 41-45, M 2 Responses Nov 2, 2013

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    This poem by me is called "Love Yourself.

    " Love yourself and be good to yourself Love the fact you are filled with flaws Love your neighbors and forgive them for their sins love and love until it hurts again then ready to love and begin
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Mar 27

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    Half- sleeping, my body pulls towards

    yours-- desire a long oar dipping again and again in this night's dark rain. --- Jane Hirshfield
    hardbargain hardbargain 51-55, M 1 Response Apr 15

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    DAFFODILSWilliam WordsworthI WANDERED lonely

    as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending...
    ClaudNine ClaudNine 18-21, F 1 Response Nov 11, 2014

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    IF64 IF64 51-55, M 1 Response Mar 3

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    I decided to play a game

    but even before it started, I said to myself it is lame. There were two option from which to choose, I chose the one that made me lose. Then I blamed it on God, said it was his fault, I said I tried, I dared, but in actual I was just scared . Scared that my own mistakes have...
    iamfreedom iamfreedom 18-21, F 1 Response Mar 23

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    Tonight I am sad, Tonight I am lonely,

    The Demons are screaming, And I need you to hold me..... -adr
    Sadgirlwithoutarazor1 Sadgirlwithoutarazor1 18-21, F Jul 29, 2014

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    I'm sitting in the brightest spot I know of Yet

    I am sitting in the dark Threw your eyes there are people But threw mine there are monsters You worry how people think of you And I have noting to care or worry You are happy While I fake a smile and die on the inside You will always be though of While I am forgotten
    SykikGhost1 SykikGhost1 13-15, F Mar 14

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