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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 18 Responses Apr 1

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    “Choose love not in the shallows but in the

    deep.” Christina Rossetti.
    bethturner bethturner 26-30, F 2 Responses Jul 30

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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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    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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    Somewhere between a hard place

    and the folk I live. Nowadays I'm the weird and outcast: words too harsh for contemporaries go say. But Loudon, Cat, and Donovan know the way.
    MeGaMatt88 MeGaMatt88 26-30, M 5 days ago

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    I found this poem a while back on the interwebs

    and have seen it a few times since, but love it so much I thought I'd put it up.
    RedHotCrazyPerson RedHotCrazyPerson 26-30, F Aug 24

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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 5 Responses Apr 21

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    I dream of the electricity in your skin playing

    sparks upon my fingers lighting my incandescent world again with life you sparkle hope in me all the light you bring you my lightning, my crackle in the sky
    Salsaconqueso1124 Salsaconqueso1124 31-35, F 1 day ago

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    Some poetry is beautiful,

    some of it though tastes artificially sweet. :/
    Allornothing16 Allornothing16 18-21, F 1 Response a week ago

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    The wheel of life is turning round We all

    attempt to stay within the bound Lest one may try to spin out of it all Others may try to stop them free fall The brave person is considered an abnormality All afraid what he might find beyond conformity While we secure our nests tightly to the tree We tie also our feet and...
    SimilarDifference SimilarDifference 46-50, M 1 Response Aug 19

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    Ishq Majazi ho ya Haqeeqi is bazaar-e-ishq

    may Bay adab ka naam badnaam hota hai
    ishqelahasil ishqelahasil 26-30, M 10 hrs ago

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    And in the end, we were all just humans,

    drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness ~Christopher Poindexter
    Boxerlove2 Boxerlove2 41-45, F Jul 3

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    Yes! Exactly how I feel.

    "I'm passionate about poetry because I'm an oceanic person, meaning, I love what's underlying. I love the conversation that isn't just verbal. I love the shadowed mystery and waves and underground. If I had to choose one thing to read for the rest of my days, give me poetry as to...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 6 Responses Aug 5

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    Longing by Matthew Arnold Come to me in my

    dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be As kind to others as to me. Or, as thou never cam'st...
    Seabreezing Seabreezing 41-45, F 4 Responses a week 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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    RedHotCrazyPerson RedHotCrazyPerson 26-30, F Aug 24

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    Evanescence by J.Chan From a chasm I

    emerge with heaven in my hands the dowry of a journey Imbued whence began O toil and plight exacting as peaks wax and wane the comfort of now knowing the end to my disdain! How soon 'tis peregrination? I cannot but acquiesce The early termination time has lent with extent Oh...
    Fated2be Fated2be 36-40, F Aug 21

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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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      I'd like to share with you a poem

    that I made. It's called 'A Rose On Concrete.' Tell me what you think! "Dreams are nothing but absurd That's what they choose to believe, Oho! They must have never heard About the rose that grew on the concrete, Why do they choose to be blind When the truth is there to see...
    RVLP RVLP 16-17, M 7 Responses Jan 20

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    I’ve walked the tideand collected not

    just shells,but the voice of the sea,the Moon and Sun reflected,the hands of the waterrushing to touch, rushingto pull me close and tell mestories of love and bitterness.I’ve collected the play and cryof gulls and doves and pelicans,the crawl of crabs, footprintsand hearts...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 9 Responses Jul 21

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    Evanescence by: J.Chan From a chasm I

    emerge with heaven in my hands the dowry of a journey Imbued whence began O toil and plight exacting as peaks wax and wane the comfort of now knowing the end to my disdain! How soon 'tis peregrination? I cannot but acquiesce The early termination time lent with extent Oh...
    Fated2be Fated2be 36-40, F Aug 19

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    Does anyone know Griffin?

    He is between 51 - 55 years old.
    vange12 vange12 36-40, F 1 day 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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    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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    Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

    I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk...
    BeachGypsy BeachGypsy 46-50, F 1 Response 6 days ago

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    But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have

    spread my dreams beneath your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. –William Butler Yeats, “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven”
    BeachGypsy BeachGypsy 46-50, F a week ago

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    West Wind The city of broken dreams is hard on

    a lonely heart, Life's moving non-stop at a break-neck pace, You forget if you're comin' or goin', You're just trying to make it to that next place. I wanna go where the wild crocus grows, I wanna be where the west wind blows, I wanna go where the wild rose grows, I wanna be...
    manofsolitude manofsolitude 46-50 1 Response a week ago

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    She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron She walks

    in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless...
    neeia neeia 41-45, F 5 Responses Nov 7, 2014

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    Salsaconqueso1124 Salsaconqueso1124 31-35, F 20 hrs ago

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    I came across this very timely poem just now.

    Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something..... As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”. As I began to love myself I understood how...
    lavendersea lavendersea 41-45, F 2 Responses Aug 24

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    And the paper wants to turn,

    dances, wants to escape. The music demands me And the sound between silences they tear me into pieces. Bring me some beauty. I want to feel beautiful again, like the wolf in the moon singing its last call. -A ( The Last Call)
    Dovev Dovev 18-21, M 2 Responses 6 days ago

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    I Am Not Yours I am not yours,

    not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love—put out My...
    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 4 Responses Jan 25

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 10 Responses May 11, 2014

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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 8 Responses Apr 18, 2011

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    The dark winds howling from thrones deep below.

    The delusional destruction generating self degradation. Casting people apart with indifference and fear of survival. What if everyone is a different form of oneself. What if the hunger is for uniting. Instead of smiting for worry of lack. Having an attitude of gratitude and love...
    Muzeam13 Muzeam13 31-35, M 4 days ago

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    I want to see you. Know your voice.

    Recognize you when you first 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 lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in...
    MrsKat78 MrsKat78 36-40, F Aug 24

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    This is my truth-by La Owsia https://m.

    youtube.com/watch?v=iN2IQiYXTqA
    thumper15 thumper15 18-21, F Aug 23

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    I saw a child with empty eyes And nightmares in

    his head Recalling when the bad men came And the river turned to red His father being dragged away As his mother cried in pain Defeat was etched upon his face And was never seen again He’d been a child of innocence Before that fateful night He recalled the devastation That...
    SelangorNight SelangorNight 56-60, M 1 day 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 7 Responses Sep 4, 2013

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    IF I can stop one heart from breaking,

    I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain
    juslive21 juslive21 22-25, F 1 Response Aug 19

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    Hello Advil my old friend,

    I've come to swallow you again Because a headache softly creeping, didn't fade as I was sleeping
    biggunsatx biggunsatx 41-45, M 12 Responses Jun 17

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    Night Dreams The sun slipped away,

    Chasing rainbows, Like a solo dancer, The moon glided quietly past, While I, Had dreams of you...
    manofsolitude manofsolitude 46-50 5 days ago

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    I don’t care The world came crashing down It

    burned, it seethed, pulsating dark flames licking the soles of my feet I just stood there Weeping Agonizing Until the emotion was drowned out by the fiery sweet smoke of chemical freedom Then I watched it burn, the flames forever stretching higher, raging against the walls of my...
    JaneD22 JaneD22 26-30, F 4 hrs ago

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    The Bird And so flew the bird free from the

    chaos of threads, hanging beautifully in a rich man's doorstep. He got it out, he did but did without life. Broke its claws, its wings and a bit of its neck too. The bird flew for a moment, and crashed along with the wind, that carried its heart, the same wind, that led to its...
    Dovev Dovev 18-21, M 5 hrs ago

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    I wrote this a long time ago

    but it's one of my favorites well the forest swayed and the ocean swelled and I watched the world get so lost in taking off each other's clothes and alcohol induced evenings warmed by cigarettes and forgetful car rides home. lies and love like fischer price hearts not...
    mustlovedogs99 mustlovedogs99 26-30, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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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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