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    Take this kiss upon the brow!

    And, in parting from you now, Thus much Let me avow You are not wrong Who deem That my life has been a dream Yet, if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream I...
    agbells13 agbells13 31-35, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    Why must the happy moments come,

    then go. As a leaf blowing in the wind. Why is it that when visitors leave our masks come off and our real identity is revealed to our family. Why must we talk behind peoples' back, to try to elevate our deflating ego thinking we are "better off" than others. Why? Its like...
    honestyreality honestyreality 22-25, F 3 Responses 5 days ago

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    What the doctor said.

    .. By Raymond Carver He said it doesn’t look good he said it looks bad in fact real bad he said I counted thirty-two of them on one lung before I quit counting them I said I’m glad I wouldn’t want to know about any more being there than that he said are you a religious man...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 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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    Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue Your Rhyming

    Sucks But I Still Like You! YOU know who YOU are! ;)
    emerald emerald 36-40, F 2 Responses 2 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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    A different kind of feeling~~ A different kind

    of feeling Lost to the morning sun Blue Skies above 2 shooting stars I saw last night I am pretty sure you were one A different kind of feeling Takes me anywhere I slip off the edge, yet fly Freely I fly Your hands always seem to catch me I wonder why? A different kind of...
    WildIrishEyes WildIrishEyes 31-35, F 1 Response Aug 14

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    The crippled silver albatross To its destiny is

    flying Mayday! Mayday! With all the engines dying There hangs a deathly silence An old lady reads her bible A boy hugs his teddy bear The captain gives a curse And two lovers say a prayer The crippled silver albatross Very slowly is descending Mayday! Mayday! Disaster is...
    SelangorNight SelangorNight 56-60, M Aug 13

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    You're My Black Hole, I'm In Trouble

    Your peach is within my reach You galactic disaster I will eat and eat Dripping, nectar Feed my famine with your laughter Pulling you, dipping you, I’m so into you I deserve every morsel, as I touch your torso I bend you, bite you and throw you Now you know me, now I know you...
    Bothor Bothor 31-35, M 2 Responses Sep 20, 2013

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    The Stolen Child by WB Yeats Where dips the

    rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 days ago

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    Late Fragment by Raymond Carver And did you

    get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 1 Response 2 days ago

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    Hours - Hazel Hall I have known hours built

    like cities, House on grey house, with streets between That lead to straggling roads and trail off, Forgotten in a field of green; Hours made like mountains lifting White crests out of the fog and rain, And woven of forbidden music— Hours eternal in their pain. Life is a...
    anhourglass anhourglass 36-40, F 5 days ago

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    I'm a horrible writer,

    but I find it easier to express myself through writing. I write poetry, or " diary entries" and its the best way for me to let all of my anger, or frustration because I know nobody can judge me
    secretsXlie secretsXlie 13-15, F 1 day ago

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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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    ~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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    I had a poem dedicated to me

    but it was in song form ;)
    beautylasts beautylasts 13-15, F 1 Response Aug 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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    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 12 Responses Sep 8, 2013

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    Follow Your Dreams~~

    Today is a treasure To cherish each day Follow your dreams Letting hope shine See the soft beauty That is inside you When you feel fear Love will see you through To yourself be honest and true And know you're beautiful too...
    Raindrop0000 Raindrop0000 51-55, F 5 Responses May 8, 2012

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    Once on a yellow piece of paper with green

    lines he wrote a poem and he called it “chops” because that was the name of his dog and thats what it was all about his teacher gave him an A and a gold star and his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts. that was the year Father Tracy took all the kids...
    MatchIntoWater MatchIntoWater 16-17, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    "Wenn's dir in Kopf und Herzen schwirrt,

    was willst du bess'res haben? Wer nicht mehr liebt und nicht mehr irrt, der lasse sich begraben." - Goethe
    Sorfarina Sorfarina 26-30, F 1 Response Aug 8

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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

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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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    Gravy by Raymond Carver No other word will do.

    For that’s what it was. Gravy. Gravy, these past ten years. Alive, sober, working, loving, and being loved by a good woman. Eleven years ago he was told he had six months to live at the rate he was going. And he was going nowhere but down. So he changed his ways somehow. He...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 3 Responses 2 days ago

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    Phenomenal Woman By Maya Angelou 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...
    00flyaway 00flyaway 41-45, F Aug 11

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    So I'm thinking about writing another Poem,

    but I have no inspiration. I've been really down, and it's hard for me to concentrate. So i don't know what to write...
    bluegirlie98 bluegirlie98 13-15, F 1 Response Aug 14

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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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    The Road Not Takenby Robert FrostTwo roads

    diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claimBecause it was grassy and wanted wear...
    BohemianHeart BohemianHeart 36-40, F 2 Responses 1 day ago

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    I am shameless copying from aphroditespriestess

    who just posted this. It has been one of my favourite poems for years already. The Cinnamon Peeler by Michael Ondaatje If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. Your breasts and shoulders would reek You could never walk...
    magicriver magicriver 36-40 1 day ago

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    He sits and he remembers That evening

    and that girl When he was young and handsome And his life was such a whirl It was all so long ago now But it seems like yesterday Then he looks into the mirror At a man that’s old and grey He sits and he remembers How they danced into the night How she was so young and...
    SelangorNight SelangorNight 56-60, M Aug 8

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    I Promise

    I promise that during my days you will be my onlyI know you will be there for me when I feel lonelyI know I can count on you whenever I am downI know you will save me before I drownI promise to be strong when I feel like breakingI'll try to hold on but I may continue shakingI...
    garvan garvan 46-50, M 5 Responses Jul 19, 2011

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    INVITATION If you are a dreamer,

    come in If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er. a pray-er, a magic bean buyer… If you’re a pretender, come sit by the fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! Shel Silverstein
    izzypie izzypie 36-40, F 4 Responses Aug 13

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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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    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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    I want to name my first girl Annabel Lee It

    was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the...
    Alibooksaplenty Alibooksaplenty 16-17, F 2 Responses 3 hrs ago

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    Rapture

    There is a place for us that no one else can enter. It is a place that holds no secrets, only beauty, peace, understanding. A place that we come to, thinking we are one, only to have our souls fused together for a moment. And in that moment, I know you; every pore, every pulse...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 3 Responses Aug 6, 2013

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    When you are old... By William Butler

    Yeats http://youtu.be/8ttlSOHESJE
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 days ago

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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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    Shakespeare lover of mine,

    what inspired you to write pieces that stood the test of time? Did you take a deep breath, look around, and expressed what overflowed in your bosom? How did you deal with life when it was too much for your heart and mind to accept? How did you escape reality to let nature...
    honestyreality honestyreality 22-25, F 2 days ago

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    "......a stone, a leaf,

    an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces. Naked and alone, we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mothers face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth. Which of us...
    agbells13 agbells13 31-35, F 1 day ago

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    Little baby why do you cry?

    Is it because this world is too cold to get used to? Little 4 year old girl, why are you crying? Is it because your mom yelled at you for being "too loud"? 12 year old boy why are you in a gang? Is it because you want a place of belonging and to be respected like you weren't at...
    honestyreality honestyreality 22-25, F Aug 7

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    J.R.R. Tolkien - "All That is Gold Does Not

    Glitter" All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was...
    TheDreamyWoman TheDreamyWoman 36-40, F 1 Response Jul 4

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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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    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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    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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    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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    Humans, such pity little beings,

    Self absorbed and self destructive; Destroying their being no matter where they go, Disappearing within the things they consume; The addiction they desire, eating away at their souls, controlling their minds, and ruining their hearts. Never seeing the good that's right before...
    Bluetoxicity Bluetoxicity 18-21, F 2 Responses 5 days ago

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    Roses are red, violets are blue,

    sandwiches are tasty, rhyming is hard
    PinkP0werRanger PinkP0werRanger 26-30, F 6 Responses Jul 28

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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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    One of my favourites: The Cinnamon Peeler by

    Michael Ondaatje If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. Your breasts and shoulders would reek You could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The blind would stumble certain...
    aphroditespriestess aphroditespriestess 18-21, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    For That He Looked Not upon Her You must not

    wonder, though you think it strange, To see me hold my louring head so low; And that mine eyes take no delight to range About the gleams which on your face do grow. The mouse which once hath broken out of trap Is seldom ’ticèd with the trustless bait, But lies aloof for fear...
    Driftingminds Driftingminds 16-17, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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

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