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    If - e.e. cummings If freckles were lovely,

    and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,-- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true, There might be some sense But I'd be...
    DisappearingStar DisappearingStar 70+ 1 Response 10 hrs ago

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    Do not fall in love with people like me.

    I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand...
    FuSoYa FuSoYa 18-21, F 4 Responses Jul 10

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    The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

    Yes, I know this was a song, but the song lyrics read like a beautiful poem. So I decided to add it to this ep group. I found out that this song was written as a love poem/song in 1957 by a British singer named Ewan MacColl for his lover, Peggy Seeger. http://en.wikipedia.org...
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    The Cabin

    Dedicated to Chelsea The Cabin A weekend escape, To a cabin far away, To spend it together, And live life in a day, We talked and we chatted, We hugged and we kissed, For weekends this lovely, Are too often missed, We saw the cool creek, The waters all clear, We kissed on the...
    seeinglife2x2 seeinglife2x2 46-50, M 3 Responses Jun 23, 2013

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    The lakeisle of Innisfree WB

    Yeats http://youtu.be/aCkHy3MlRFQ I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 Responses 5 days ago

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    To a Beautiful Girl You are a flower in full

    bloom, As if, through a mist, a first loom; You are a fine line that holds beauty So fragile it seems, yet so pretty. You are the wind that grace my meadows Of thoughts and lights up my weary shadows; You are the sun after my night That lights up everything in sight. Of life...
    SocialRomance SocialRomance 18-21, M 2 Responses Jul 19

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    The Red Arrow by Paul Durcan In the history of

    transport – is there any other history? – The highest form of transport is the Red Arrow, The night train from Leningrad to Moscow. With whom will I be sharing my compartment tonight? The editor of the Jazz Front Gazette, it transpires. But, affable, polite as she is...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 21 hrs ago

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    After long silence - WB Yeats Speech

    after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead, Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade, The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night, That we descant and yet again descant Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song: Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 4 days ago

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    The Circus Animals Desertion - WB Yeats Last

    verse "... Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving sl*t Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 4 days ago

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    you think !!!! You think you're

    so good. Think you're so perfect in everything. You think you can control my mood. Please you must be joking. I gave you all my heart. I believed in everything you say. I trusted you from the start, and everything went your way. I guess I made my biggest mistake, when I became...
    poisonlady poisonlady 31-35, F 5 days ago

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    Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

    Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly, because you tread on...
    thr080766 thr080766 46-50, M 3 Responses 6 days ago

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    I Want To See You...

    “I want to see you.Know your voice.Recognize you when youfirst come 'round the corner.Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.Know the lift of your heel,the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way you purse your lipsthen let them part, just the...
    diablesse34 diablesse34 46-50, F 8 Responses Oct 25, 2013

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    Persian poetry of Hafiz : I said I long

    for thee You said your sorrows will end. Be my moon, rise up for me Only if it will ascend. I said, from lovers learn How with compassion burn Beauties, you said in return Such common tricks transcend. Your visions, I will oppose My mind's paths, I will close You said, this...
    Sia17 Sia17 16-17, M 4 days ago

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    I Feel So Alone

    Loneliness is what i feel I feel so alone I feel so isolated The emptyness in my heart Can not be feeled by any soul I am surounded by people but yet i feel so alone I am in a room so small and so dark Fear takes over me, i scream but no one hears me This room so small and tiny...
    Tee1990 Tee1990 22-25, F 2 Responses Feb 14, 2013

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    Poetry of Hafiz (Persian poet) I said I long

    for thee You said your sorrows will end. Be my moon, rise up for me Only if it will ascend. I said, from lovers learn How with compassion burn Beauties, you said in return Such common tricks transcend. Your visions, I will oppose My mind's paths, I will close You said, this...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response a week ago

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    Unending Love

    I seemed to have loved you numberless times, in numberless forms... In life afer life, age after age, forvever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear around your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age...
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 17 Responses Sep 3, 2013

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    You...Extraordinary.Its not

    that I didn’t know it,I just never really said it... directly.Caged talk, regretOut of situations that make one want to breathe deep,To confirm you’re alive,As opposed to free birds to fly and write their stories in the sky.The nature of daylight,Changing colours on...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 3 Responses Aug 25

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    The language of this classic poem is difficult

    but the thoughts are so beautiful. The poet is looking closely at an ancient Greek urn wondering about the art it is decorated with. I wish I could think and feel like he did. John Keats. 1795–1821 Ode on a Grecian Urn Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou...
    aphroditespriestess aphroditespriestess 18-21, F 2 Responses 5 days ago

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    I Like My Body When It Is With Your By e.e.cummings

    i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again...
    akindheart akindheart 56-60, F 62 Responses Jan 15, 2011

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    The New Bible Try and find a lie,

    in a single word I've ever written, sure you can deny, the truth in these visions, but you can not deny, that these visions are non fiction, and my time, has just begun this is only the first edition, other than, the things I say that are literal figuratives, meant to be taken...
    AaronLA AaronLA 31-35, M 1 day ago

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    It's Funny How "friends" Can Just Leave You When You Are Down

      it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry it's funny how forever never seems to last it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past it's funny how “friends” can just...
    garvan garvan 46-50, M 11 Responses Apr 18, 2011

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    Beautiful Women ~by Walt Whitman

    WOMEN sit, or move to and fro--some old, some young; The young are beautiful--but the old are more beautiful than the young. Walt Whitman
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    Touch my soul with your hands; Touch my body

    with your heart. Don't ever hesitate to touch my mind with your wisdom; for all my strength lies in your hands reaching for our happiness, we give to us for both us.
    MyLady9 MyLady9 46-50, F 5 Responses Mar 28

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    Poetry of Hafiz : I am drunk with Love,

    bearer, bring me some wine This feast without a full jug, will run down and decline. Describing that beauty, neither seems right and nor fair, Musicians play on, and wine-bearer bring me wine. My stature is now curved, and your rivals from now on Won't tempt me through this door...
    Sia17 Sia17 16-17, M 2 Responses 4 days ago

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    Cuando dulce fue tu presencia Poder ver tus

    ojos nuevamente Tus iris ensancharse al mirar el reflejo de mi rostro en ellos Tomar tu mano Sentir tu suavidad Tu ternura Lindo amor sentir cuando tocas mis manos Mi rostro Me hacer sentir lleno de amor Tu calor llena mi alma Acaricias mis pensamientos Mi corazón Cuan dulce...
    Solaris79 Solaris79 41-45, M Sep 13

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    Star Light Light the incense,

    no one is innocent, in a sense the instant, is all intrinsic instinct, go on, give it all, we all, give it all, because we can't take back any of it, we persist until we give in and cease to exist, all of this is a cycle, not a circle but a spiral, so your battle for survival...
    AaronLA AaronLA 31-35, M 1 day ago

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    I'm 15 and entering this along with two other

    (unwritten) pieces, please rate, tell me how to make it better! But soon enough, the friend becomes more. Its not just fun and games, its love and pain. The feelings start to fade the love goes away, now all that's left, are the feelings he took away.
    PierceTheGreen PierceTheGreen 13-15, F 6 days ago

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    Queen

    Open the door if you dare The key to my circus Tempting devils, delights Waiting to consume And be consumed Beasts rutting in heat The jugular stings Gnawing on the wound Nefarious desires   The tethers scar Deep to the marrow Sweetest pleasures Lusts...
    mguinm mguinm 41-45, F 11 Responses Sep 8, 2013

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    ~There is Pleasure in the Pathless

    Woods~ There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in it's roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal, From all I may be, and...
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 11 Responses Jun 17

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    Poetry of Hafiz: When God designed your

    features and joined your brows Paved my way, then trapped me with your gestures & bows The spruce and I, both rooted to the ground Fate, like a fine cloth belt, its bind endows. United the knots of my doing and of the budding heart The fragrant breeze, when to you it made its...
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    ~The Moment~ The moment when,

    after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half acre, square mile, island, country knowing at last how you got there, and say I own this, is the same moment when the trees unloose there soft arms from around you, the birds take...
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 10 Responses Sep 7

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    The tender touch    Of your lips      

    Against mine          Is all that       I ever  Need toMake me relax
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 13 Responses Jan 7

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    “God in Woman” by Patrick Kavanagh (Irish

    poet) Now must I search until I have found my God - Not in an orphanage. He hides In no humanitarian disguise, A derelict upon a barren bog; But in some fantastical ordinary incog: Behind a well-wrapped convent girl’s eyes, Or wrapped in middle-class felicities Among the...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 days ago

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    The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe,

    Read by Vincent Price 
    JetBoyJetGirl JetBoyJetGirl 18-21, F 6 days ago

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    'I went to a party, Mom' and remembered what

    you said. You told me not to drink, Mom so I had a sprite instead. I felt proud of myself, the way you said I would, that I didn't drink and drive, though some friends said I should. I made a healthy choice, and your advice to me was right as the party finally ended...
    oliviaDegraw oliviaDegraw 13-15, F 5 Responses 3 days ago

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    "Souls" When two souls fall in love,

    there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen. Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with...
    diablesse34 diablesse34 46-50, F 5 Responses Mar 3

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    Falling. By Caroli9

    There she stood upon a high, World blowing through her mind, " Let go & Fall " the wind does cry, with arms outstretched her falls a glide, Dizzy...Giddy...she panics inside, " Your Falling to fast " the words fly by, with heart in hand she closes...
    caroli9 caroli9 36-40, F 10 Responses Jan 21, 2007

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    Recently, our family lost someone

    who was wonderful and so very funny. We attended his funeral, a few days ago, and this poem was read. It was found in a schoolbook he had kept for over 70 years. Spring Morning by A.A. Milne Where am I going? I don't quite know. Down to the stream where the king-cups...
    Pinky65 Pinky65 46-50, F 7 Responses Sep 13

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    "Don’t Forget To Live" by Madisen Kuhn Time

    isn’t wasted at the end of the day When you’re in bed thinking about all the things You could’ve done, You could’ve said, All the empty boxes left on your to do list Time is wasted When you’re standing on a rock at the edge of a waterhole And decide to not jump...
    diablesse34 diablesse34 46-50, F 4 Responses Apr 11

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    Unrequited Love

    This poem very much captures  the author's feelings of unrequited love; of being loved just a very little by someone, who always has bigger and better fish to fry. In a few lines, the poet effortlessly conveys that sense of yearning for something wonderful which, for her (but...
    unsichtbar unsichtbar 46-50 Apr 7, 2010

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    The red rose bordered hem (Last verse) WB

    Yeats "While still I may, I write for you The love I lived, the dream I knew. From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye; And we, our singing and our love, What measurer Time has lit above, And all benighted things that go About my table to and fro, Are...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 days ago

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    What Is Love?

    Is love found in holding hands? In quiet whispers? In looks shared across a crowded room? Is love shared in notes? In cards? In actions? Is love felt with a quickening pulse? A feeling of loss in her absence? A longing to see but a glimpse of her? Is love heard through...
    seeinglife2x2 seeinglife2x2 46-50, M 3 Responses Mar 18, 2013

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    Poetry of Hafiz : Don’t let your hair with

    the wind blow, Else to the wind, caution I’ll throw. Don’t let foundations elegantly grow, Else my foundation will dissolve and go. Choose where you bestow thy grace, Else I’ll wallow in disgrace. When you are present in every place, Every place, my protests will face...
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    Darkness

    Darkness around me Darkness surrounds me Darkness don't get near me Darkness I fear thee Darkness you hurt Darkness you lurk Darkness you lurk at night Darkness please don't take my light tonight
    screaminginshadows screaminginshadows 13-15, F 6 Responses Apr 14, 2013

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    If you Forget Me I want you to know one thing.

    You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals...
    summerbloom summerbloom 31-35, F 3 Responses Jul 29

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    Hope is a Thing with Feathers - Emily

    Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the...
    DisappearingStar DisappearingStar 70+ 2 Responses 5 days ago

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    The Invitation

    It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of...
    diablesse34 diablesse34 46-50, F 10 Responses Sep 4, 2013

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    This is my final post on EP

    before deletion. I came to EP 3 years ago to share poetry and I shall leave sharing poetry. Enjoy this one by Robert Frost. Farewell. :) ~ thatguy1970 NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by Robert Frost Nature's first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But...
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    Sappho's Prayer to

    Aphrodite...
    aphroditespriestess aphroditespriestess 18-21, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    What Is Love

    I am watching two friends who I think are in love go through a rough patch right now. From a distance I wonder to myself what is love really to me? I thought I felt it once or twice but haven't been in it head over heels. Then I saw this poem. I think it brings me closer to an...
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    OTHERS because you did not keep That deep-sworn

    vow have been friends of mine; Yet always when I look death in the face, When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, Suddenly I meet your face. Another Yeats poem referring to his infatuation with Maude Gonne. He proposed to this woman several...
    thr080766 thr080766 46-50, M 4 Responses 5 days ago

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    If You Should Tire of Loving Me by Margaret

    Widdemer If you should tire of loving me Some one of our far days, Oh, never start to hide your heart Or cover thought with praise. For every word you would not say Be sure my heart has heard, So go from me all silently Without a kiss or word; For God must give you...
    anhourglass anhourglass 36-40, F 1 day ago

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    Anyone care to tell me what you think?

    I was hanging form a tree limb, just watching the pigeons fly I would see them spread their wings, and go sky high One thing that I thought of, that puzzled me the most Is what if I flew with them, like a little ghost I looked at the sky, while I was swaying in the wind...
    AnethWalker AnethWalker 18-21, M 2 Responses 1 day ago

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