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    MoonlightSmile MoonlightSmile 46-50, F 6 Responses 20 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...
    smeckledorfed smeckledorfed 18-21, F 3 Responses Jul 10, 2014

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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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    Not Waving but Drowning BY STEVIE SMITH Nobody

    heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too...
    phlatonmeback phlatonmeback 46-50, M 1 Response Apr 5

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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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    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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 8 Responses Jul 29, 2012

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 20 Responses Sep 3, 2013

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    I'd be lying if I said I didn't know you'd

    leave. You couldn't stay here forever, and I knew that-I knew that. But I imagined this ending like the last snowfall in February. I thought It'd be something bittersweet, and heartbreakingly beautiful, but this is the stale cigarette smoke on my favorite new dress that I...
    angela9817 angela9817 16-17, F Apr 5

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    Unforgivable They say repent

    for your sins in a hopes to save your skin You such a God fearing man ? Why you have to kill him then ? Who's him ? The man that gave you all your hopes and dreams Never left you when the going got tough Felt your pain more than you did He was with you in light and...
    Princeofnothing Princeofnothing 18-21, M 6 days ago

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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 5 days ago

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    Riding on the M-Train 1am The neighbors dog is

    howling Listening to M-Train's "What if I" Laying on this mattress and sigh Feeling invisible arms take me in Thinking about times that could've been 2am "What if I want to kiss you tomorrow?" A moment that has yet to arrive Memories are thrown at me like knives Invisible lips...
    XxWolverinaxX XxWolverinaxX 18-21 1 Response 6 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 8 Responses Sep 4, 2013

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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 7 Responses Oct 25, 2013

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    Be at peace, Tempest tossed seas of soul,

    Give me rest, From doubt, and fear Sun find my face, Light find my heart, Song find my story, Smile find my face, Be at peace, Be at peace, For my life is finite, And these storms, Have raged too long, Even winter, Must surrender spring. ~R. Queen
    Chrye Chrye 51-55, F 2 Responses Apr 6

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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 36-40, F 7 Responses Nov 7, 2014

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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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    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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 14 Responses May 9, 2014

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    MoonlightSmile MoonlightSmile 46-50, F 4 Responses Apr 7

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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...
    josephwrites josephwrites 41-45, M 2 Responses Jan 2

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    I stared at his veins Wondering

    if his demons matched mine And I was so scared Because our broken edges fit into one so perfectly Realizing we had so much to lose together, but apart We were the same It’s like I belong to him I want to be that place He goes to when he thinks he has lost a home I want to...
    implicitude implicitude 18-21, M 2 Responses Apr 5

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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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    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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    ~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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 11 Responses Jun 17, 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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    5yrs ago I wrote a poem

    for the principal of my high school as a gift since he was retiring. I wrote this in his perspective. I Close My Eyes Beauty is timeless and so is love Living my final days as a leader of ____ High is more than enough Year by year, students come and go like seasons I am...
    XxWolverinaxX XxWolverinaxX 18-21 1 Response Apr 3

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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, 2014

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    The tender touch    Of your lips      

    Against mine          Is all that       I ever  Need toMake me relax
    deleted deleted 26-30 12 Responses Jan 7, 2014

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    I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud BY WILLIAM

    WORDSWORTH I wandered lonely as a cloud That 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 shine And twinkle on the milky...
    chernobylplayground chernobylplayground 36-40, F 2 Responses Apr 5

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    the love we were promised in fairytales was

    never something for us to find it has always been something for us to create. -Tyler Kent White *so true and yet so hard to accomplish, even though trying is a world of fun
    FairytaleDreams FairytaleDreams 46-50, F Apr 7

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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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    I'll Need a Pinky-swear As I lie in bed

    and think about the day I still myself to sleep and meanwhile I pray. "Dear God, I know you can see us and you're watching from above Filled with sadness, as we are, and equally in love. I've once asked You "why?" and questioned if You were near. But I do have one request...
    stiltcourt stiltcourt 41-45, F 1 Response Apr 6

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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...
    deepceenu deepceenu 46-50, M 1 Response 8 hrs ago

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    “You must burn. Burn higher.

    Burn for everything you have ever wanted. For everything you have ever lost, for every crack in your heart and every fraction of every irreplaceable moment. Burn high for love. For fear. For life. Burn as fast and as long as you can. You must burn, burn higher. Because...
    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 4 Responses a week ago

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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 1 day ago

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    Mere dil ki kitab ko padhna kabhi,

    Sapno me aake mujh se milna kabhi Maine duniya sazai hai tere liye, Meri nazro ki ummed ban’na kabhi Bahut dur hai sitaro se roshan jahan, Jra humkadam banke mere sath chalna kabhi Bahut najuk seene mai DIL hai mera, Tum andaj mohabbat banke dharkna kabhi…
    tiya78 tiya78 26-30, F 3 Responses Apr 4

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    MY FAIRY TALE You were my fairy tale a merry

    trail for the holy grail a frail ship for my shoaly sail pale moment, for the glory gale yet these tales prevail. But the rail has derailed and the ship has sailed. The Bale i Held is broken in the Sleep i slept I've awoken. And the Dream i dreamt .. Unspoken
    Dobev Dobev 18-21, M Apr 5

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    She was passionate about the rain

    and I was passionate about the way she loved it. It was that way with everything. It is safe to say that if I didn't have her, there would be no fire in me at all.
    mySweetestMistake mySweetestMistake 31-35, F 1 Response Apr 8

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    the love we were promised in fairytales was

    never something for us to find it has always been something for us to create. -Tyler Kent White *so true and yet so hard to accomplish, even though trying is a world of fun
    FairytaleDreams FairytaleDreams 46-50, F 1 Response Apr 7

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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 2 Responses 2 days ago

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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 6 Responses Mar 28, 2014

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 6 Responses Sep 7, 2014

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    Ok, so this is a poem I wrote a couple weeks

    ago. It's called Masks. I was running through a forest, with no idea how I'd gotten there. The trees were tall, and the sky gray, as I ran like a scared hare. I stopped, and looked about, but the gloom was all around me. I saw the sun, setting silent, as twilight settled...
    nicias nicias 13-15, M 1 Response Apr 7

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    William Blake To see a world in a grain of

    sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.
    chernobylplayground chernobylplayground 36-40, F Apr 6

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    The truth in your eyes is Falsified,

    fabricated While you sit there and wait for your fate to be debated by Juries and judges With over 450 years worth of grudges Brother! Get back! Sit back! Rediscover how to be an honest father Loyal lover! Righteous brother! And not just another silly "n________" .
    RafaReu RafaReu 22-25, M 1 Response Apr 4

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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 3 Responses 1 day ago

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    They called me a witch,

    One that scatters hearts around I was dancing and fell into oblivion How many drops of the finest wine Does it take to be forgiven
    canthinkformyself canthinkformyself 36-40, F Apr 2

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