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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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    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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    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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    Here's another poem written by my friend.

    She's so talented. I love this one. Not Yet Each of them trembled inside every time they passed each other. There was no sign of the need, the fierce desire that burned in their eyes that heartbeat of a moment when she lifted her face to him, and then looked away. His hands...
    livelaughlovedream3 livelaughlovedream3 41-45, F 3 Responses Jun 5

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    When I Was One-and-TwentyBY A.

    E. HOUSMANWhen I was one-and-twentyI heard a wise man say,“Give crowns and pounds and guineasBut not your heart away;Give pearls away and rubiesBut keep your fancy free.”But I was one-and-twenty,No use to talk to me.When I was one-and-twentyI heard him say again...
    TheChurchLady TheChurchLady 46-50, F 1 Response Jul 17

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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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    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 2 Responses Jul 21

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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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    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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    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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jul 5

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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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    livelaughlovedream3 livelaughlovedream3 41-45, F 2 Responses Jul 21

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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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    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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    I love the way he weaves stories from words.

    ..I feel the exact same way...*sigh*Sometimes taking someone's hand can lead to crazy adventures.
    livelaughlovedream3 livelaughlovedream3 41-45, F 5 Responses Jun 17

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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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    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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    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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    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 Jun 30

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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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    Oh, how I adore this man

    and the way he weaves words...❤️Wow. Straight to the heart. Ouch. Mmmmm... Want. 
    livelaughlovedream3 livelaughlovedream3 41-45, F 2 Responses Jul 9

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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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    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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    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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    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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    "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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    Troubles twist together Friends fix Muddles

    mix Futures flux forever Worries writhe wherever Soul sorts Angst aborts Solutions stasis sever
    mcconchiea mcconchiea 51-55, M Jul 9

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    She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless

    climes and starry skies.. Lord Byron
    showstar showstar 66-70, M 2 Responses Jul 8

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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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    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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