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    Oh the dark silence The vastness of the wood As

    night advances The sun sets from view The creeping stillness Hashed by the wind Animals scatter The darkness pours in As evening breaks The loan wolf howl The moon glows red For change is now Today is history And tomorrow but a dream Alone in the woods With all the night gleams...
    Southerncharm67 Southerncharm67 46-50, F 2 Responses Jun 5

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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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    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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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought

    and the thought has found words.
    Brunette4U Brunette4U 31-35, F 1 Response Jun 28

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    A rant post by Lord Byron To Woman Woman!

    experience might have told me That all must love thee, who behold thee: Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought; But, plac'd in all thy charms before me, All I forget, but to adore thee. Oh memory! thou choicest blessing, When join'd with hope, when...
    iCuriousBabe iCuriousBabe 41-45, F 3 Responses Jun 22

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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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    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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    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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    Hand in hand They stroll Across the

    sand Oblivious to all Fingers entwined No words needed Joined in mind Thoughts as one A gentle kiss Upon her lips The look of bliss Within his eyes Caressing her hair In the breeze A smile they share Of memories past He loves her still Wherever she is But memories will...
    Southerncharm67 Southerncharm67 46-50, F 1 Response Jun 5

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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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    I like this poem.. Dire moments,

    last goodbyes Your kisses dance like fireflies I’m gone tonight to a dark unseen A wish to take your light with me You were my first, but it won’t be our last Time travels until it’s in the past You’d think our love was some thickening plot They don’t know that’s all...
    Elaineeei Elaineeei 16-17, F 2 days ago

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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 2 Responses May 25

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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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    “Barely Disfigured”Adieu

    TristesseBonjour TristesseFarewell SadnessHello SadnessYou are inscribed in the lines on the ceilingYou are inscribed in the eyes that I loveYou are not poverty absolutelySince the poorest of lips denounce youAh with a smileBonjour TristesseLove of kind bodiesPower of loveFrom...
    AmyL0ve AmyL0ve 22-25, F Jun 23

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    Love is a strong word.

    Isn't it absurd? Little did I know, You had this electric glow, From head to toe. Why did I fall? For something so small? If I had the chance to rewind, I would have take a step behind. Hate is a strong word. That was what i overheard. All cried out, I begin to sprout...
    absss absss 18-21, T Jun 29

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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 22-25, F 1 Response Nov 11, 2014

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    Trapped in the shadows around us all I hack away

    until the wall starts to fall leaving me free and ready to explore.
    silenceissupreme silenceissupreme 18-21, M 1 Response Jun 29

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    blue skies Green fields Beer flows like

    water Happiness all around People are inviting Stories are great This is the place I want to be Ireland is my dream Ireland is where my roots come from Ireland is where I will go
    colt109 colt109 13-15, M 1 Response Jan 31

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

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    If By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head

    when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated...
    Bewail Bewail 22-25, F Jun 17

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    They both held hands.

    They both were meant to be together. But it was the devil who kept them apart. _a.k.y_ Please take out with credits.
    absss absss 18-21, T Jun 29

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    livelaughlovedream3 livelaughlovedream3 41-45, F 2 Responses Jun 20

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    I love this. We're so lucky to experience those

    moments. They can be so very wonderful.I recently discovered r.m. drake, and I like so much of his poetry.
    livelaughlovedream3 livelaughlovedream3 41-45, F 2 Responses Jun 16

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    One how stole my heart One how stole my

    sole One how treated my bad One I treated well Why most we fight Why most we break up My blood shed My heart broke Why most you do this to me Why did I trust you
    colt109 colt109 13-15, M 5 Responses Jan 3

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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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    "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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    As you look up at the sky,

    this beautiful place, what do you see? You see the sun, bright and warm, lighting up the world. The rain falling down, giving life to all. The clouds above, giving pleasure to little kids. The heaven above, the place we worship so much. But I, I see a sky. Changes to help the...
    bnwilliams11 bnwilliams11 16-17, F a week ago

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    Saviors Resting above the sea,

    currents pushing and seizing as if the heartbeats are not even there. They see it coming but still stay, letting the storm approach and knock down the strong, built wall that retains anything destructive. Water flushes over the lifeless, pale faces drowning at sea, descending...
    Southerncharm67 Southerncharm67 46-50, F May 30

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    With a wink for my English,

    Dutch, Belgian and German friends. «Waterloo! Waterloo! Waterloo! Dismal plain! Pale death swirled together the sombre batallions In your theatre of woods, hillocks and valleys, Like a current bubbling up into an overfull urn. Europe on one side, France on the other...
    MrSquishy MrSquishy 41-45, M 1 Response Jun 18

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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 7 Responses Apr 28

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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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    I am not a graceful person.

    I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 3 a.m. I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during Febuary. My bones crack on a daily basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometime...
    absss absss 18-21, T Jun 29

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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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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 2 Responses Apr 15

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    It struck me — every Day — The Lightning was

    as new As if the Cloud that instant slit And let the Fire through — It burned Me — in the Night — It Blistered to My Dream — It sickened fresh upon my sight — With every Morn that came — I though that Storm — was brief — The Maddest — quickest by — But...
    marladurden13 marladurden13 41-45, F 3 Responses Feb 4

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    A friend of mine wrote this,

    and I think it's wonderful. It speaks to me and moves me.WordsYour wordsare like whisperstouching secret places…they enrapturelike stroking fingersand heated breathsin the dark…I feel them enticing melike a kissand then a biteboth forbidden…Your wordsflow...
    livelaughlovedream3 livelaughlovedream3 41-45, F 5 Responses Jun 3

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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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