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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 9 Responses Sep 4, 2013

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    In this short Life That only lasts an hour How

    much -- how little -- is Within our power -Emily Dickinson
    NatCat84 NatCat84 26-30, F 1 Response Jan 15

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    It was rather beautiful: the way he put her

    insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones. -Christopher Poindexter
    mySweetestMistake mySweetestMistake 31-35, F 4 Responses Jan 11

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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...
    skidzchannel13 skidzchannel13 13-15, M 2 Responses 5 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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    Can we just run away Together,

    just me and you? Have fun, forever play? You know, just the two of us? Can we just leave this place? Just run hand in hand? Be together all our days? And never ever look back... Can we just walk Together under the stars? I'll kiss your hand and your lips? And you can have my...
    SirQuaggie SirQuaggie 31-35, M 2 Responses 6 days ago

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    The Dance.... William Carlos WilliamsPainting

    by dayvee van goblinIn Breughel's great picture, The Kermess, the dancers go round, they go round and around, the squeal and the blare and the tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles tipping their bellies, (round as the thick- sided glasses whose wash...
    Bobhoglin Bobhoglin 46-50, M 1 Response 1 day ago

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    I'm dead, my life's been sold.

    All my years are cold. No trees to hide my head. All my roads are red. And in the Easter I will see that same old sun, that shone. And in the winter I will stand in seas of snow, alone. I will wait for you, yeah. Your eyes will shine like new, yeah. I close my eyes and you're...
    flight007 flight007 31-35, F Jan 17

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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 20 Responses Sep 3, 2013

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    Your face drops your heart stops your eyes

    begin to get wet your smile fades you lose your shades your fears begin to regret you know you're lost yes a lot it costs but you still, you still can't forget
    Dobev Dobev 18-21, M Jan 16

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    She showed up at bars searching

    for something to fill the dead spaces in her soul, and often, for the moment, she found something. Wether it be the fourth shot of whiskey or the blue inside some strangers eyes or the man and woman laughing happily together, arms tangled like vines as if they belonged as...
    mySweetestMistake mySweetestMistake 31-35, F 4 Responses Jan 12

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    May Supportive Of The Poor My Life's Way Be.

    .. May Loving The Old, The Suffering My Way Be...
    InaamHaq InaamHaq 18-21, M Jan 16

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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 9 Responses Jul 29, 2012

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    “Poetry is the record of the best

    and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.” —Percy Bysshe Shelley
    SirQuaggie SirQuaggie 31-35, M 6 days ago

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    Do not stand at my grave

    and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the...
    Notraces Notraces 31-35, M 3 Responses Jan 8

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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, 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 9 Responses Jan 11

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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 66 Responses Jan 15, 2011

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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, 2014

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    In secret we met-- In silence I grieve,

    That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive ~Lord Byron
    josephwrites josephwrites 41-45, M 2 Responses Jan 17

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    Christopher Pointdexter She writes things with

    her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen...
    faeriella faeriella 18-21, F 3 Responses Jan 14

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    Teach Me Such pretty things you said to

    me--- Unbutton me some more. For I am yours to take tonight upon this forest floor. Let's make a bed in autumn leaves, and leave no leaf unturned. Beneath these trees please teach me, please--- To learn a love unlearned By Michael Faudet
    Mendmyheart Mendmyheart 46-50, F 3 Responses 6 days ago

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    Deep into that darkness peering,

    long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Edgar Allan Poe
    TheFieryWoman TheFieryWoman 36-40, F 6 Responses Nov 2, 2014

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    Angel of Flight and Sleigh Bells by Anne Sexton.

    Angel of flight and sleigh bells, do you know paralysis, that ether house where your arms and legs are cement? You are as still as a yardstick. You have a doll's kiss. The brain whirls in a fit. The brain is not evident. I have gone to that same place without a germ or a stroke...
    liveit0ut liveit0ut 22-25, M 1 Response 1 hr ago

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    Conversation The tumult in the heart keeps

    asking questions. And then it stops and undertakes to answer in the same tone of voice. No one could tell the difference. Uninnocent, these conversations start, and then engage the senses, only half-meaning to. And then there is no choice, and then there is no sense...
    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 3 Responses 4 days ago

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    dataworm dataworm 18-21, F 5 days ago

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    So profuse is the blooming of roses

    that all around... The feet of the garden's birds become entangled as they fly.. Mirza Ghalib
    InaamHaq InaamHaq 18-21, M Jan 13

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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, 2014

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    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 3 Responses a week ago

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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, 2014

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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...
    TheFieryWoman TheFieryWoman 36-40, F 7 Responses Nov 7, 2014

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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...
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 11 Responses May 11, 2014

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    Suna ha pichly waqtoon main Baiti ik nidaamat

    thi Zinda dafna di jati the Main jb b aaina daikhu Meri aankhain ye kehti hain Kuch ilfaz badle hain Rasmain ab b baqi hain Bas andaaz badle hain Dafnai ab b jati hain...
    InaamHaq InaamHaq 18-21, M Jan 16

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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 15 Responses May 9, 2014

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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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    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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    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
    deleted deleted 26-30 9 Responses Aug 6, 2012

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    Curly hair...XD it's

    for you... On the grass Lying on the grass let you see the sky, Will teach you how to love, how to fly, Lying on the grass, while you feel the wind, Never been cared, never saw that kind, Sun is alone, clouds dance, Lying alone without a glance, Walking barefoot on the...
    ElliasA ElliasA 18-21, M 1 Response a week ago

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    "I loved you first: but afterwards your

    love" BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda. – Dante Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore, E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore. – Petrarca I loved you first: but afterwards your love Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song As drowned the friendly...
    fastandfamous fastandfamous 36-40, M 3 Responses Jan 14

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    Interior Her mind lives in a quiet room,

    A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall. There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines; And there are posies, round and sweet, And little, straightened vines. Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and...
    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 3 Responses Jan 13

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    Spellbound The very suggestion of your

    words, she said- bind my wrists tighter than any rope -Michael Faudet
    Mendmyheart Mendmyheart 46-50, F 3 Responses Jan 15

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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, 2014

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    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 12 Responses Oct 14, 2013

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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, 2014

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    In the desert
 I saw a creature,

    naked, *******,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
 Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
 I said: “Is it good, friend?” 
"It is bitter—bitter," he answered; 
"But I like it
 Because it is bitter,
 And because it is my heart.” -Stephen Crane
    Recklessdesires Recklessdesires 31-35, F 1 Response Jan 12

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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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    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 10 Responses Apr 18, 2011

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    The Opal Dream Cave In an opal dream cave I

    found a fairy: Her wings were frailer than flower petals, Frailer far than snowflakes. She was not frightened, but poised on my finger, Then delicately walked into my hand. I shut the two palms of my hands together And held her prisoner. I carried her out of the opal cave, Then...
    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 3 Responses Jan 17

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    This is to my dreams I frequently have.

    Where is the light that the world carries? Did God simply let it go into space and let the darkness drag hope away? Where are the communities and the love? Did our evolution go as far as making us Satan's pawns? One thing I know is that this world needs an internal overhaul. I...
    IntrovertCat IntrovertCat 18-21, M 5 Responses Jan 13

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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 5 Responses Jan 2

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    We Are Seven by William Wordsworth ———A

    simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And...
    josephwrites josephwrites 41-45, M 2 Responses Jan 17

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    WEST WIND ~ Mary Oliver You are young.

    So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me. Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and your heart, and heart’s little...