I Love Poetry

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    With music strong I come—with my cornets

    and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only—I play great marches for conquer’d and slain persons. Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? 355 I also say it is good to fall—battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won. I...
    postmillenial postmillenial
    36-40, M
    Mar 19

    SMALL PLACESThe wise woman says sometimesyou

    come to meas a bird.So I build you a bird house.Centuries agoyou taught me to sing you,with your throaty smudgeleaving the higher noted to melike sweet dark coffee and sweet creamwhere grit and the sublime collide.But in this life you are spirityou come to meas a birdso I build...
    berangere berangere
    66-70, F
    7 Responses Feb 9, 2015

    I BEAT AND POUND FOR THE DEAD (WHITMAN) With

    music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer’d and slain persons. Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they...
    postmillenial postmillenial
    36-40, M
    Mar 20

    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
    6 Responses Jun 17, 2015

    Nobody listens to your pain,

    you've got no lover. Nobody reads your book, because they don't like the cover. :(
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    5 Responses Sep 10, 2014

    One summer day so long agoAs I strolled a

    wooded dellI saw among the willow treesAn old magic wishing wellBeside the well there was a boyWho was looking very sadSo I asked him what was wrongThat had made him feel so bad‘What is it on this lovely dayThat causes you such sorrow?’He said ‘do you have a...
    SelangorNight SelangorNight
    61-65, M
    1 Response Mar 24

    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

    Who do I see when I look at me; sometimes

    frightened, sometimes angry, most times free? Who holds the strings to the time line, the shadowed path behind, the one I glance, hoping for a chance to see what is missing? This is a journey I opted to take slowly, unraveling, revealing the truth of me. The wind sweeps the...
    VennieKocsis VennieKocsis
    46-50, F
    3 Responses Apr 7

    You could tie my tongue My lips,

    my teeth Split them into surrender Into a foreign language And I would still manage To cough up your name.?
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29
    26-30, F
    1 Response Apr 13

    What I love most about her is

    that she knows how to f* ck reality and make love to fantasy, not something many humans know how to do. Imagination is her drink. -Christopher Poindexter
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Mar 17

    Sensitive people are the most genuine

    and honest people you will ever meet. There is nothing they won?t tell you about themselves if they trust your kindness. However, the moment you betray them, reject them or devalue them, they become the worse type of person. Unfortunately, they end up hurting themselves in the...
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29
    26-30, F
    2 Responses Apr 14

    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
    15 Responses Sep 3, 2013

    I had been feeling slightly inferior to an

    older girl lately. Never really admired her or anything, just that she was popular while I was rather introverted. That was until today when she said, "All poetry is crap." Lol, I'm not going back to even remotely feel that way any more, cause obviously there's no point in...
    xCallisto xCallisto
    18-21, F
    2 Responses Apr 4

    I am not a finished poem,

    and I am not the song you?ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts wouldn?t even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live...
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29
    26-30, F
    2 Responses Apr 14

    I found this one on a book called Novemeber 9

    by Colleen Hoover If lies were written, I would erase them But they are spoken; etched within With convalesced truth, I scream out my atonement Let me repent against your skin.
    Donnaen Donnaen
    18-21, F
    Apr 13

    This is the way the world ends.

    This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. T.S. Eliot
    pfuzylogic pfuzylogic
    56-60, M
    Apr 20

    I tried to post a Bukowski poem,

    the Crunch http://bukowski.net/poems/the_crunch.php an amazing poem, and EP censored me....bullshit forum...pathetic.... molesters can lure children here and art is censored.....crap
    postmillenial postmillenial
    36-40, M
    1 Response Mar 19

      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
    5 Responses Jan 20, 2015

    ~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
    7 Responses Jun 17, 2014

    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

    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
    12 Responses Feb 20, 2015

    No eyes but yours, To look deep into mine,

    To see my heart and soul. No lips but yours, Pressed firmly to mine, Soft, warm, intoxicating... No hands but yours, To hold tenderly in my own, To feel them moving over my body, Thrilling and arousing me to my core. No arms but yours, Holding me and pulling me So close to you...
    hardbargain hardbargain
    56-60, M
    4 Responses Apr 28, 2015
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    7 Responses Oct 14, 2013

    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
    54 Responses Jan 15, 2011

    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
    9 Responses May 11, 2014

    I am deeply involved in my dreams to obtain

    success and evolve into a greater woman than I already am but I lack the emotional connection within myself to be able to aspire to the greater heights I know I can achieve in this life. I want to uphold the promises made to my mate to be there for her and rule our future empire...
    HazelEyedWolf HazelEyedWolf
    18-21, F
    Mar 16

    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

    THE SECOND COMING Turning

    and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all...
    postmillenial postmillenial
    36-40, M
    Mar 19

    ~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
    5 Responses Sep 7, 2014

    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...
    Cinnamongrl Cinnamongrl
    46-50, F
    5 Responses Sep 13, 2014

    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

    Another Night in HeartBreak Hollywood Woke up,

    around 4pm, springtime’s sunlight, through my bedroom window shining in, I’m in a house, somewhere off Mulholland, had a call from an ex Brazilian lover, she was staying only 10 minutes away, so I stretched, showered, hoped in the Benz, opened the sunroof and headed her...
    AaronLA AaronLA
    31-35, M
    1 Response Apr 3

    You know, it's crazy how our minds can turn

    desolate at the early wake before dawn. When you lye down to rest a deceiving conscience yet, that's what eats away at you. It starts steadily, but turns vigorous. Almost becomes fatal. Only it creeps upon you starting with the innocent transgressions of a common thought and...
    odyl73 odyl73
    18-21, M
    Mar 29

    I have a journal full of phrases I think of in

    my day. Here is what I wrote yesterday; He's really beautiful. I can tell. He's the type of person that is closed off from the world until you open him up and realize he's filled with color. And how do I know this? Because I see it in me. I'm hoping to focus on the second...
    kayla459 kayla459
    18-21, F
    1 Response Mar 16

    My Favorite Part of this poem "The

    woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep" -Robert Frost
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Mar 29

    The poem in the photo by J.

    Raymond. He definitely gets it.
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    2 Responses Aug 8, 2015

    I was crazy, that's part true Because I fell

    deeply for you. I took you in I gave you mine I wanted more than wine & dine. My heart melted to something true I never thought someone could Love the way I thought you did Now you've left There's no to speak My hearts in tatters I can't speak! It feels so raw I'm weak...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    2 Responses Mar 30

    The growth of my love story had been gradual

    but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She wanted them to leave her alone.
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29
    26-30, F
    1 Response Apr 13

    Take me on a journey,

    whisked away by your poetry. Let me exhale my mind & be at one with your kind
    AliAlien AliAlien
    22-25
    Mar 26
    DanceOfBlades DanceOfBlades
    18-21, F
    Apr 15

    “Choose love not in the shallows but in the

    deep.” Christina Rossetti.
    bethturner bethturner
    26-30, F
    Jul 30, 2015

    You are a horse running alone and he tries to

    tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your name.?
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29
    26-30, F
    1 Response Apr 13

    Last night I wrote this,

    my old friend acted like they cared about me and this poem just happened Roses are red Violets are blue Sugar is sweet And perhaps you are too But the roses are wilted The violets are dead The sugar bowl is empty Your wrists are stained red The sun isn't shining The sky isn't...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Mar 20

    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
    9 Responses Jan 14, 2015

    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...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Jan 2, 2015

    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...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    2 Responses Jul 19, 2014

    You bring the storm A rumbling warning 
A

    growling thirst Your hand hovers And I can feel the static
 Right before you drag your hand down
 Past the hollow of my throat Skimming middle and ring fingers Through the valley of my lust South to my navel There is a sense of waiting
 Of danger hovering
 The fire...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    1 Response Sep 29, 2015

    Goodbye to my Aussie bird,

    Blu. You made one soul, into two. And i know we'll meet again, just like we met, wayback when. See ya round My little birdblu, and know that i lo
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Apr 5

    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
    51-55, F
    4 Responses Oct 25, 2013

    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...
    glassbonespaperskin glassbonespaperskin
    18-21, F
    2 Responses Jul 10, 2014

    I will love you, not starting with your skin

    or your organs or your bones: I will love madly first, your naked soul. ~Christopher Poindexter
    Mcinacann Mcinacann
    41-45, F
    3 Responses Apr 7

    This has to be my favorite poem ever!

    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 sea; But...
    Donnaen Donnaen
    18-21, F
    1 Response Apr 13

    "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~ 
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    7 Responses Jan 3

    They don?t know I only speak in runaway train

    stations and everybody is always a few minutes too late to the platform. No one has ever gotten the chance to get too close because it is never romantic to **** the girl who makes love to her own sadness every single night.?
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29
    26-30, F
    1 Response Apr 13

    But now I know the things I know,

    And do the things I do. And if you do not like me so, To hell, my love, with you. By Dorothy Parker
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Mar 23

    ~Variation on the word Sleep~ I would like to

    watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you sleeping, I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as it's smooth dark wave slides over my head And walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with it's watery sun & three...
    LiquidSunshine1 LiquidSunshine1
    46-50, F
    7 Responses Mar 8

    I wonder if you know

    yet that you?ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and...
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29
    26-30, F
    1 Response Apr 13

    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
    3 Responses Apr 21, 2015

    The tender touch    Of your lips      

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