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    Eyes reflected in the mirror,

    Cold as stone, wearing thinner. He stands there in his suit and tie, Must remember not to cry. Whispering 'how was your day', Fists reply, only thing to say. Hidden tears tremble down, She never lets him see her frown. Looking at him from great length, Now reminded of...
    TheOriginalDarkHorse TheOriginalDarkHorse 18-21, F 1 Response Mar 16

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    A Poem For Thought

    The Tiger Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forest of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And What shoulder, and...
    Ferric67 Ferric67 36-40, M 1 Response Jan 21, 2013

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    The Lamb By William Blake

    Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the stream & o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing wooly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice! Little Lamb who...
    Ferric67 Ferric67 36-40, M 1 Response Jan 23, 2013

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    my favourite eye colour is your eye colour,

    and my favourite height is your height, and my favourite weight is your weight, my favourite hands are your hands, my favourite knees are your knees
    lostCake lostCake 22-25, F 2 Responses Feb 20

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    Touch Me...

    Touch me in secret places no one has reached before, in silent places where words only interfere, in sad places where only whispering makes sense … Touch me in the morning when light still clings to us, at midday when confusion crowds upon me, at twilight as I begin again to...
    livelaughlovedream3 livelaughlovedream3 41-45, F 3 Responses Dec 9, 2013

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    One Of My Favorite Poems...

    No, not i by Bria Pleasure turns to the pain lessons learned from the strain questions burned in my brain.. about whether love is humane in its touch. these thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream in the tears of your deceit. fighting the current hurt that kills more...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Apr 21, 2013

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    Self Corrective Righteousness

    If I begged this world a death, A hundred hopes of dread... Would my faith be held, In hands of Greed and blasphemy... Spoken with fables from the naked eyes, Of hopeful misdirected lies... I die softly, in lonely arms Side by side with fools and idiots Over and over....A...
    Ferric67 Ferric67 36-40, M 1 Response Feb 8, 2013

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    Learn to Flyby Larry JamesLike a butterfly

    emergesAnd unfolds its graceful wings,A marriage grows and it developsWith the love each partner brings.Your flight through life togetherIs what you make it, so reach highSpread your wings and learn to soarAs if with wings of a butterflyShare together life’s great...
    littleAnonyMOUSE littleAnonyMOUSE 41-45, F Mar 21

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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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    My Lady- My lady... she is my maiden.

    .. my queen... when I'm alone at night I hear her calling for me. .. she needs me... I need her. .. They tell me we cannot be together. .. it's wrong for us both. .. but we are bound. .. We are tied... I cannot leave my maiden for she helps me to breath. .. she stops my thoughts...
    TheOriginalDarkHorse TheOriginalDarkHorse 18-21, F Mar 16

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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 2 Responses Jul 22, 2011

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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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    Three things which inspire the poet : *** An

    eye to see the world with brightness *** A heart which smells with sincerity *** And the courage to return it loyally.
    Kaddath Kaddath 41-45, M Feb 17

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    Society

    No one can truly be equal, Why project your insecurities on other people, No sympathy for the minds of the feeble, As they finally put down their pipes and needles, They realize they’re such a disgrace to society, Thought they were full of propriety, Watch as the ****** up...
    SoulsOfTheTrees SoulsOfTheTrees 16-17, F Jul 24, 2012

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    The Way He Breaks Me,

    He Makes Me Eyes -his- like getting lost in a mahogany forest, never wanting to be found... Covered by an ice shield: to hide, to protect, to capture... Oh how they glisten, they gleam, they entice, how much they hold- oh, how much they hold... They break me. Smile -his...
    TheOriginalDarkHorse TheOriginalDarkHorse 18-21, F 1 Response Apr 4

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    She is truth and clear,

    Absolute and without shadow. Enraged her eyes black diamonds cut a weaker man with the malevolence every woman carves from its soul when scorned . In love she is a storm of passionate juices which scream and scratch their way into the fools heart. I hovered in the eye of her...
    Lovefetishes Lovefetishes 46-50, M 6 days ago

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    Go Away... Once up on a time you were a

    dream That followed me A god, a knight my lover Once upon a time you were a nightmare I was afraid to sleep A monster, a demon, my torturer Once upon a time were ghost ...an apparition, I felt your presence Fading , evaporating into mist Once again you are dream Mixing...
    suzeeqd suzeeqd 46-50, F Jan 20

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    Soul Of A Clown

    I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments. ~Jim Morrison~
    JimMorrisonRocks JimMorrisonRocks 26-30, M Sep 25, 2012

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    The Highwayman By Alfred Noyes

    And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding, Riding riding, A highwayman comes riding...
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses Oct 24, 2011

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    Poems speak the words

    that we are too frighten to say. The can express love, pain, war, anything. If you write good poems, let me know, I'd love to read them
    blondechick0130 blondechick0130 18-21, F Jan 29

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    Heartless Mercy

    dont like what youve done to me the promises you made. im caught up in a game of tag you are a masqurade. if only i can break myself from you and finally get ahead i'd rid myself of all i knew all the lies you said. im in the kingdom of the damned and you sit on the...
    classylassy classylassy 26-30, F 1 Response May 28, 2008

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    The torn vessel ------------------ Yesturday

    was a good day, the calm before the storm, but here we are right now in the sea that's roaring on. In the sea of grey with a batterd hull the vessel goes tearing on, through to the waves that reach the heavens, and the spray comes pouring on. We shall not last but we trundle on...
    hdhdjsj hdhdjsj 22-25, M Feb 26

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    The never ending

    storm ---------------------------- This storm is still being sailed, never ending is she, with white waters and gale force winds neather is there a lull. It keeps the currents wild and keeps fish uneasy, the peaks of waves rise up and roll below me, and the troughs of the...
    hdhdjsj hdhdjsj 22-25, M Jan 14

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    Masks of Guilt to Hide Faces of Joy

    A mask of shame or sadness sorrow and pain a mask of guilt to hide the blame to look into eyes of the sane and tell them your sorry for all of there pain when in fact you loved it you make joy from there rain take what you want hide the blame its not your fault you...
    GhostSentinal GhostSentinal 18-21, M 2 Responses May 20, 2008

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    "Would you trade a solid foundation

    for crooked walls filled with broken windows? You can have safe words with tired promises or you can have poetry, lyrical love and cinematic passion. There is so much more to life than security."
    Onlyathought Onlyathought 18-21, M Mar 2

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    Soulless People seem to like this soulless

    eye.. It sees into their secret self... Provides a reflection... Makes them superheroes... Gods and goddesses ... It's sees past reality ... Into another realm ... Is it a window or a mirror ?
    suzeeqd suzeeqd 46-50, F Jan 15

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    Strength Of Love Children's Poetry Book

    here is the cover  to my children's book I hope u like it! If you would like a copy let me know an I will order $15.00 - $20.00 w shipping I do have several other books in the works, I have Chapbooks that are available Echo's of Binding Silence and Moonlight of Velvet touch...
    JamesEric JamesEric 36-40, M 1 Response Sep 3, 2012

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    Jennyboii Jennyboii 18-21, F Feb 10

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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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    One turns to two Two turns to four The cuts

    start adding up More and more She doesn't know what to do She has no idea what to say All she can do Is hope they don't notice the next day...
    EmoSakurachan EmoSakurachan 16-17, F 2 Responses Feb 19

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    The ghostly man -------------------- Where

    was I, I asked my brain? I tell u to hunt through my memories, Was I on the street? Yes! In the rain! Now I know I can begin, so let's do that. There was a man I saw in shadow, he looked very sad, and very shallow. I asked him what's wrong and he said blood, I ask what blood...
    hdhdjsj hdhdjsj 22-25, M Jan 14

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    Looking Forward.....

    In this moment I don't feel able to write my own stories, but I would like to share a poem that means a lot to me and gave me the strength to look forward in difficult moments of my life. I dedicate this poem to 2 special persons who entered in my life recently and who became...
    Snoopy321 Snoopy321 36-40, F 2 Responses Nov 30, 2012

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    Because I Could Not Stop For Death,

    He Kindly Stopped For Me, The Carriage Held But Just Ourselves, And Immortality ~Emily Dickinson
    katiescreamsmurder katiescreamsmurder 13-15, F Feb 3

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    The Wind

    Will not justify the notion that all must be seen. Do not cling to my lifeless body when I am gone.  Treat me with respect while I am here,  For what good is your respect after I have moved on?
    deleted deleted 26-30 Oct 25, 2012

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    marviemeow marviemeow 18-21, F 1 Response Feb 16

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    So here is something I wrote

    when I was in deep pain. What do ya think? Moment in Time. this is a moment caught in time no one to look too no place to hide left all my treasures my prizes behind emptiness looms forgiveness won't last even the wicked sins we hide in the past tempted to fail persuaded by...
    flodials flodials 41-45, F Jan 15

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    Broken.

    That darkness Where my mind roams After the light of my phone dies Where all my fantasy’s are twisted By the pain of your betrayal and lies I wonder what happened To the love that we once shared I know that it once blossomed And found where happiness laired But now, that is...
    SoulsOfTheTrees SoulsOfTheTrees 16-17, F Jul 10, 2012

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    Shivering, shaking, my whole world is breaking

    I need a safe place to hide Rumbling, crumbling, the damn walls are tumbling And I need a safe place to be Crashing and smashing the darkness is lashing Please please why me.....
    liberosis liberosis 41-45, F 2 days ago

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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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    Hey oh hey what can I say,

    I look at my sun and I look at my day. Watch out all devils, Help us my Angels, Everything that travails, Will go all my way.
    SShawnO SShawnO 41-45, M 1 Response Mar 27

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    In Waiting

    i use to love you but the love is gone though nothing remains i cant move on you never loved me though you claim you do but love doesnt break and try hard to hurt you love is honest and true and doesnt long for another doesnt compete or manipulate its lover if love...
    classylassy classylassy 26-30, F 3 Responses May 24, 2008

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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 21 Responses Jun 16, 2012

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    Rain Song

    I didn't for a long time enjoy poetry.  I liked it when I saw something that resonated, but it wasn't until recently that I became enamored with it - seeking out new works.  This one came across my desk lately and it clicked . . . The Rain Song, by Klaus GrothPour, rain, pour...
    laynemeyer laynemeyer 36-40, M 2 Responses Feb 10, 2012

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    Music To His Ears....

    He loves his music. He can't sleep nor go, without it. He plays it at night, he plays it at daylight. He can't get enough of his music. His mind, is full of memories. Being two lovers, playing, dancing, and enjoying, with each other. When he sleeps his eyes, sees the past of...
    ASoldiersLoveBug ASoldiersLoveBug 22-25, F Mar 29

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    Red Scarf Soft and silky you cross round my

    neck You smell like tinted rum your color makes me worried for I cannot run You encircle hold me down Yet your warmth is so confound you bring color from my cheeks a tribe of specks and fleets your spindled gentle down easily sets me down As I slowly die Tears rundown and fly...
    Fallgirl007 Fallgirl007 36-40, F 1 Response Jan 28

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    "The Type" by: Sarah Kay ❤ If you grow up

    the type of woman men want to look at, You can let them look at you. But do not mistake eyes for hands, Or windows for mirrors. Let them see what a woman looks like. They may not have ever seen one before. If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch, You can let them...
    IsaChrAnd49 IsaChrAnd49 16-17, F Jan 12

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    Ghost Ghost breath,

    whispers Wakening me in the night Unintelligible ... Ghost fingers follow a path Lightly over warming flesh Quivering... Ghost breath flowing in, around Mounds and valleys Haunting... Ghost fingers travel Along an arching spine Lower... Ghost breath lingers On...
    suzeeqd suzeeqd 46-50, F 1 Response Jan 20

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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 26-30, F 2 Responses Sep 25, 2012

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    1000 feet under. -------------------- The deep

    royal blue waves lapped lapped lapped, agaist the sky like white of my boat. The storms long gone around this wondourus place yet in the same place the storms still rage. The sky's turn grey and I enter the fray the deep royal blue becomes a light white. The seas are going mad...
    hdhdjsj hdhdjsj 22-25, M Jan 11

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    A Better Ressurection I have no wit,

    no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for hopes or fears. Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief No everlasting hills I see; My life is in the falling leaf: O Jesus, quicken me. My life is like a faded leaf...
    Jande77 Jande77 36-40, F Apr 10

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    ~Moonlight On The Bay~ Beside the rustic

    harbor stands a lighthouse on a hill It keeps a watchful vigil o’er the waters deep and still At night the harbor waters shine almost as bright as day And nothing is as beautiful as moonlight on the bay The shores stretch out their golden arms along the rugged land The...
    Fallgirl007 Fallgirl007 36-40, F 2 Responses Feb 27

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    "If I give this feeling a name,

    will it be harder to let go of or easier to hate? I think I learned how to fly once, but I woke up with a broken leg. There was an entire summer when I searched for poisoned berries and convinced myself I was just keeping everyone else safe. The days only seem long when you are...
    amimakinganysense amimakinganysense 16-17, F 11 hrs ago

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    I have caught attention,

    bright and center...I am in the eyesight of her majesty, the Queen Devil...ascending from a shameful grace...she catapults and encases me like a mouse in a maze...A Wicked Vampire's Smilerazor sharp teethshe growls and snarlslicking her lips...I am her obsession...I am her Envy...
    Ferric67 Ferric67 36-40, M Dec 28, 2013

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    A Day In The Life Of A Male Escort

    Another day,another dollar Another scream,another hollar Another ***** hitched to her collar Sometimes I wish that I were "smaller" I'm so fly,I am a gamer I can be wilder,I can be tamer I'm not a trick,we're not the samer Not until I date a "flamer" Another night,another date...
    Spitbak Spitbak 41-45, M 1 Response Aug 4, 2011

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    in autumn i found a boy who asked me to cut my

    hair and said 'i love you' only after sex and six shots i sipped tea and told my friends about him they said 'if you're happy' and knew i was not. in winter i kissed a girl who tasted like cigarettes and said 'i love you' all the time but hurt herself whenever i made mistakes...
    7dreamlevels 7dreamlevels 18-21, F 1 Response Feb 27

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    I don't really write poetry but love reading it and would like to be able to express myself like poetry hehe
    smileyvegan smileyvegan 26-30, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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