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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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    "Other Paths"There must be other pathsMore

    winding, tangled,Into sweet nothingness,InsignificantSleeping hidden, overgrown,darker, deeperRock bound pathsmisted and rain drenched,Where with one misstep,You might stumble,You might slip,If you are lucky,Into a real life.~Jl Stanley~ 
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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, 2015

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    You don't want to love - your eternal

    and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere. D. H. Lawrence
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29 26-30, F 1 Response Jan 27

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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, 2015

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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 6 Responses Jan 20, 2015

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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 10 Responses Jun 17, 2015

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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 want to be your star You are

    my star I want to be your star You already are I want to be your star You're raising the bar for there is no brighter star than the star that you are❤️
    Sharpcookie Sharpcookie 61-65, F 2 Responses a week ago

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    She did not find the grim in falling apart,

    for every time she found herself to be broken, she knew she was brutally remaking herself, & collapsing to be reborn like a rioting star; haunting the dark sky.
    AliAlien AliAlien 22-25 Feb 3

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    The Stolen Child 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, For...
    Yeronlyman Yeronlyman 41-45, M 4 Responses Jan 30

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    Yes! Exactly how I feel.

    It's always the underlying, the vibe, the subtle nuances that shimmer behind the words. Although sometimes you sense what you don't want to.."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...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 5 Responses Aug 5, 2015

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    Dear stranger extant in memory by the blue

    Juniata, these letters across space I guess will be all we will know of one another. So little of what one is threads itself through the eye of empty space. Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love. From "The Book of Nightmares" by Galway...
    HazelMotes HazelMotes 51-55, M Jan 30

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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, 2015

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    My favorite line from "The Old Astronomer to

    His Pupil" Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
    kayla459 kayla459 18-21, F 1 Response Feb 4

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    If I Showed You My Teardrops.

    Erin Hanson If I showed you my teardrops, Would you collect them like rain, Store them in jars, That are labelled with "Pain", Would you follow their tracks, From my eyes down my cheeks, As they write all the stories, I'm too scared to speak, Would you stop them with kisses...
    TulipBaby TulipBaby 41-45, F 2 Responses Jan 31

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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 7 Responses Mar 28, 2014

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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 18 Responses Sep 3, 2013

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    'Passion's Rose'In the silence of my heart I

    feel this flowering;budding with every whisper against my soul,calling; enwrapping me within his ambrosiaas each silken petal brushes against softness,I bow demurely into his maleness.Looking out upon the horizon; I glimpse oursilhouettes entwined in the midst of goldenrays...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 13 Responses Jan 20

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    And if the old man climbed out of the cart

    and stretched himself (things were gathering pace now) and looked at where the pump had been that the soldiers had blown up so that nothing should be left standing, and complained, saying, “What are we going to do about water?,” he, Michael K, would produce a teaspoon from...
    HazelMotes HazelMotes 51-55, M Feb 1

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    Edna St. Vincent Millay: "I Know I Am But

    Summer To Your Heart" I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have...
    LilMissNiteOwl LilMissNiteOwl 41-45, F 1 Response a week ago

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    I did not plan on crying today.

    My mascara isn't waterproof! "Everything in my head went quiet. All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don't really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did...
    glassbonespaperskin glassbonespaperskin 18-21, F a week ago

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    Left alone with him, he undressed my

    mind;bathing me in sweet acronyms,traced upon curve in calligraphywhile whispering in prose our dreamsand...he'd dip his quill; inking upon my skin,noun's and verb's I'd absorb into my heartthen...my poet, whispers again sweepingme off my feet in syllabic count;taking control of...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 13 Responses Nov 2, 2015

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    ....so I wrote this in November.

    ..and I know it's kinda bad but I still want to share it. I see the fires of the souls of those around I see the pain and torment of everything The lies The abuse The injustice of the world I see all this and want to bring True Harmony back to this realm. The balance The...
    krystae72 krystae72 22-25, F Feb 3

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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 5 Responses Sep 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 51-55, M 8 Responses Apr 18, 2011

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    I wish I wrote the way I

    thought Obsessively Incessantly With maddening hunger I?d write to the point of suffocation I?d write myself into nervous breakdowns Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing And I?d write about you a lot more than I should -Benedict Smith-
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29 26-30, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    As I sit on my sill, I watch the world pass by.

    The cars pass in a hurry, not taking in the scenery. As I sit on the sill, I watch the world pass by. The people just strolling by, ignorant to the beauty of life. As I sit on the sill, I watch the world pass by. Nature turns from Spring to Summer. Summer to fall And suddenly we...
    PictureFreakk PictureFreakk 16-17, F Jan 31

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    I came across a poem

    which has been running through my mind for some time. Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote the poem, "Who Am I?" shortly before he was executed in a German concentration camp in 1945. I find the words challenging, yet comforting. Who am I? They often tell me, I come out of my cell...
    westernguyyes westernguyyes 41-45, M 2 Responses Feb 4

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    I miss cities that I never visited,

    the books I have never read, the hearts I have never broken, the tears I have never shed. I crave for the love I never got, the thoughts I never had, the smiles I never showed, the person I never was.
    LiquidSunshine1 LiquidSunshine1 46-50, F 5 Responses a week ago

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    The darkness, the darkness Flowing through the

    trees, Winding through the leaves Coming from my screams. The darkness, the darkness Rushing through the air, Twirling in my hair Gathering in their lairs. The darkness, the darkness Sprinting on the earth, Coming from my hearth. Beating down all my worth. The darkness, the...
    PictureFreakk PictureFreakk 16-17, F 1 Response Jan 27

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    Happy National Poetry Day to all fellow

    admirers of free verse.In celebration of what I regard as quite an important day, I'd like to share this little nugget of pure beauty.   
    JosephinaBallerina JosephinaBallerina 36-40, F 2 Responses Oct 8, 2015

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    The Storyteller She has a bookshelf

    for a heart, And ink runs through her veins, She'll write you into her story, With the typewriter in her brain, Her bookshelf's getting crowded, With all the stories that she's penned, Of the people who flicked through her pages, But closed the book before the end, And there's...
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29 26-30, F 1 Response Jan 31

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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...
    Diablessse Diablessse 46-50, F 6 Responses Oct 25, 2013

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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 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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 13 Responses Feb 20, 2015

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    I'm pretty sure my 8yr old stepdaughter will

    have some work published some day (if the Hollywood superstar thing doesn't happen first)..but in case it takes a while here's her first published work..text to me by her elder sister this morning. "I wonder why The moon is high It's like a pie Up in the sky" Bl**dy genius...
    GalateaSpheres GalateaSpheres 36-40, F 8 Responses Nov 5, 2015

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    " a joke your life is a joke your face is a joke

    and it's call cause you're a joke and your mommy and daddy are both a joke. jokes fkin jokes and giving birth to ugly arse jokes YOU..A poor joke you pathetic little fkin jokes. hope you like the poem about a joke.. your life story-a joke :) "...... It is from an EP user...
    knap22030 knap22030 41-45, F 2 Responses Feb 4

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    e.e. cummings: "i like my body" 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 and again kiss...
    LilMissNiteOwl LilMissNiteOwl 41-45, F 2 Responses Jan 29

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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, 2015

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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 10 Responses Jul 21, 2015

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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 9 Responses Jun 17, 2014

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    she wrote lonely on her body because that's

    what she was and ugly on her mirror because that's what she saw but she never once felt my lips writing perfect on every single inch of her aka
    FindingDali FindingDali 41-45, F 4 Responses Feb 5

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