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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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    i love poetry, but its difficult to write about

    amazing things than it is to write about depressing things
    kyanitestone186 kyanitestone186 18-21, F 1 Response a week ago

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    Poetry, especially certain pieces,

    have taken up residence within my heart... but more than other, this poem holds a beautiful lasting significance... i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] 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...
    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 6 Responses Jan 11

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    This is one of Tyler Knott Gregson's poems.

    He creates powerfully romantic, sensual images that speak to being human, and our desire for romantic love. Beautiful! Place your hands upon me like a big tent preacher and with a whisper heal all that aches inside. Put your lips upon my forehead and glance your eyes to the sky...
    WindSylph WindSylph 46-50, F 11 Responses Jan 14

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    AFTER A WHILE (Veronica Shoftshall,

    1971) After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin...
    Chrye Chrye 51-55, F 11 Responses Apr 1

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    cordialson88 cordialson88 26-30, M Apr 12

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    I crave your mouth, your voice,

    your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day. I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands, the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your...
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    Nobody listens to your pain,

    you've got no lover. Nobody reads your book, because they don't like the cover. :(
    Wisdom8 Wisdom8 41-45, M 4 Responses Sep 10, 2014

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    If you see my face in his car,

    With the windows fogging from by breath, I will be bound for the slaughterhouse, Bound for the slaughterhouse, If you find my garments torn, And my hair torn, And blood from my tears, I was in the slaughterhouse If you hear my cry, Hear my cry, Make sure that when you turn...
    ONESTARRYSTARRYNIGHT ONESTARRYSTARRYNIGHT 26-30, F Apr 22

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    You asked if I could suggest a love poem.

    I though of this one. This is one of my favorites which means a lot to me. Shelley wrote beautifully with a heart which must have been full of passion. Enjoy. ~J Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean...
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    MoonlightSmile MoonlightSmile 46-50, F 5 Responses Apr 17

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    No eyes but yours, To look deep into mine,

    To see my heart and soul. No lips but yours, Pressed firmly to mine, Soft, warm, intoxicating... No hands but yours, To hold tenderly in my own, To feel them moving over my body, Thrilling and arousing me to my core. No arms but yours, Holding me and pulling me So close to you...
    hardbargain hardbargain 51-55, M 5 Responses Apr 28

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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...
    Cinnamongrl Cinnamongrl 46-50, F 7 Responses Sep 13, 2014

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    "She whispered paintings into my ear,

    and now I live in a gallery of seduction"-Jonny Ox"The dance is a poem in which each movement is a word" 
    Dance4Me Dance4Me 26-30, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    i love poetry, but its difficult to write about

    amazing things than it is to write about depressing things
    kyanitestone186 kyanitestone186 18-21, F 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...
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    Negativity impacts and inspires me to write

    quicker than things pertaining to happiness I guess maybe it's not what I say that makes it a negative story but how I say it
    Princeofnothing Princeofnothing 18-21, M 1 Response 6 days ago

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    Facing fears I stretch my mind Leaving worried

    far behind Moving past my comfort zone To reach beyond and stand alone Looking out to happy place Smile creeps out and lifts my face Dancing feet have worked their magic After all, it's not so tragic
    mcconchiea mcconchiea 51-55, M Apr 27

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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, 2014

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    Another classic love poem is 'The Highwayman.

    " It is the story of a love triangle between the highwayman, Tim, the stable hand, and Bess, "the landlord's black-eyed daughter."
    ProfessorPlum777 ProfessorPlum777 61-65, M 13 hrs ago

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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...
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    SMALL PLACESThe wise woman says sometimesyou

    come to meas a bird.So I build you a bird house.Centuries agoyou taught me to sing you,with your throaty smudgeleaving the higher noted to melike sweet dark coffee and sweet creamwhere grit and the sublime collide.But in this life you are spirityou come to meas a birdso I build...
    berangere berangere 66-70, F 9 Responses Feb 9

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    Time is the worst enemy It throws you,

    consumes you, eliminates you But soon you won't be here There'll be nothing left to fight and no one left to win Which paths have been drawn into your thirsty heart? Which maps have been burning inside your restless mind? Which oceans have been drying in your tired soul? Which...
    canthinkformyself canthinkformyself 36-40, F 1 Response Apr 16

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    I have a secret It's about you I really hope to

    tell it to you But I'm afraid if it goes wrong I can't take back And I'll be empty again
    chinitared chinitared 18-21, F 3 Responses 5 days ago

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    You're my once upon a time,

    But I guess I'm not your happily ever after.
    chinitared chinitared 18-21, F 3 Responses 1 day 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 67 Responses Jan 15, 2011

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    I woke to a jealous sunrise.

    A sunrise that couldn't beg my attention. She screamed reds and cried yellows. Giving up, she sat and joined me in a quiet day dream of you.
    DeepCee DeepCee 46-50, M 6 Responses Apr 21

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    Then leaf subsides to leaf So Eden sank to

    grief So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay
    PraiseBeToYevon PraiseBeToYevon 31-35, F 4 Responses Apr 17

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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 8 Responses Sep 4, 2013

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    The Invitation ~Oriah Mountain Dreamer 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...
    lovevolves8 lovevolves8 36-40, F 3 Responses Apr 28

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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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    The tender touch    Of your lips      

    Against mine          Is all that       I ever  Need toMake me relax
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    The Road Not Taken ~Robert Frost~ Two roads

    diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth Then took the other, and just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted...
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    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely...
    justNIK justNIK 41-45, F 3 Responses Apr 17

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    How to kill someone with your love You have the

    power to break a heart. Know her fears, know her secrets, Then abandon her, it will tear her apart. Smile when you talk to her, Add a little fake sincerity, Be the one when she needs someone, Don't judge her for her insecurity. Be her best friend, her source of joy, Protect...
    stiltcourt stiltcourt 41-45, F 5 Responses Apr 18

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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...
    smeckledorfed smeckledorfed 18-21, F 3 Responses Jul 10, 2014

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    Is freedom to not having to pretend?

    Is freedom to allow yourself to be who you are? Is freedom to show your true colours without being ashamed or unsure? Is freedom to breathe without counting your breaths or the days you have left? Is freedom to shut the door behind and head for the rainbow? Is freedom that ray...
    canthinkformyself canthinkformyself 36-40, F Apr 12

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    پلکیں کب تک رکوع میں رکھو

    گے؟ حسن کا واسطہ_______قیام کرو
    RUBY1717 RUBY1717 18-21, F 1 Response Apr 22

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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...
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    I walk through your fields.

    Thigh high in your wants. Finger tips glide across your tops. I lay down in your fields. Hidden from right and wrong. Trading warmth for loneliness. I walk through your fields...
    DeepCee DeepCee 46-50, M Apr 18

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     “You are the fearless rose

    that grows amidst the freezing wind.”   ~ Rumi   
    VenusFactor VenusFactor 41-45, F 3 Responses Mar 6

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    i wonder where does the love

    so great goes, when it dies, Maybe there's a graveyard of dead love headstones somewhere, perhaps close to Pluto, where names get added as people break up, together with single socks and broken keys. useless, forgotten.
    diegodlavega diegodlavega 46-50, M 2 Responses Apr 25

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    The Girl In the classroom,

    Near the sink, I saw a girl I didn't like much. She looked like me, Dressed like me, But she looked happy. And that's when I realized I didn't like her, Because she reminded me Of a person I know well - me. And now I wonder - Would you like her more than you like me?
    chinitared chinitared 18-21, F 5 Responses a week ago

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