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    All she ever wanted was

    unpredictable kisses and unforgettable laughter. -BV
    FindingDali FindingDali 41-45, F 4 Responses Jan 29

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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❤️
    smilingandmellow smilingandmellow 61-65, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    A Hero by Robert William Service Three times I

    had the lust to kill, To clutch a throat so young and fair, And squeeze with all my might until No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out, Though on my brow was evil sweat. . . . And yet I know beyond a doubt He'll get me yet, he'll get me yet. I know...
    Lacrimosadies Lacrimosadies 18-21, F 1 day ago

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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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    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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    "Bluebird" by Charles Bukowski there's a

    bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the ****** and the bartenders and the...
    LucyFuhr LucyFuhr 46-50, F Jan 27

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    There's something else,

    something new, Something more than just me and you There's a hidden spirit within us all Something most people will never recall But once it's discover, once it's brewed, Fresh baked right out of the oven You'll never see life the same, Because you've just discovered You
    Femwolf107 Femwolf107 13-15 Jan 25

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    The Magic of Believing She was the kind of

    person Who would find magic on the ground, As though the secret to real joy Was something left lying around. She'd pull it out of library books, Their pages ripped and worn, And swore that she could see it In the air before a storm. If you're wary of believing Know I'm no...
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29 26-30, F 2 Responses 6 days ago

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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 3 Responses 2 days ago

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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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    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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    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 2 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 a week ago

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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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    Lovewriter1 Lovewriter1 46-50, F a week ago

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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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    ....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 4 days ago

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    Ik Dil walon ki basti thi jahan chand aur

    sooraj rahtay thay Kuch sooraj mann ka pagal tha kuch chand shookh aur chanchal thay basti basti phirtay aur har pal hanstay rehtay thay phir ik din donon rooth gaye saray sapnay toot gaye ab chand bhi us waqt aata hai sooraj jab soo jata hai badal shab say kehtay hain sooraj...
    zainshah1 zainshah1 26-30, M Jan 29

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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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    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 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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 5 Responses Sep 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~ 
    deleted deleted 26-30 8 Responses Jan 3

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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 6 days ago

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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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    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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    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 a week ago

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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 5 days ago

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    We all tend to fall in love with the Wrong guy

    the one we call "Mr.Perfect." The one we're to blind to see doing anything Wrong but that's the same guy who cheats on us but we tend forgive and accept aplogizes that he takes for granted ... we love him to point where we start to cut the people who really matter off.. He...
    Navae Navae 18-21, F 4 days ago

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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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    Do not go gentle into

    that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying...
    WatchTheWorldBurn WatchTheWorldBurn 18-21, M 2 Responses Jan 27

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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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    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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    “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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    'Dangerous'"He was different

    than the others. He was exciting and made her feel things she had never felt before, touching secret places of longing inside her, she never knew existed. He did alarming things to her heart and mind she couldn't explain. He was deliciously dangerous and that's exactly why she...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 13 Responses Dec 4, 2015

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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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    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 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 3 days ago

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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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    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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    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 3 Responses 2 days ago

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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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    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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    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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    deleted deleted 26-30 10 Responses Oct 14, 2013

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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...
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