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    A MASK FOR TODAY With a sound in your

    heart weeping in the town you rule a crown for it, a crown you'll wear with the frown upside down. A smile waits, creates its own space, waits until it gets, late. For fate has met, its other date, a date far away some time later, but not today. Because today, you lay you lay...
    Dobev Dobev 18-21, M 3 days 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
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    A Moment: A moment short,

    yet so long Emotions running strong Love given, but not taken Face a mask, yet heart breakin
    elias617 elias617 16-17, M Mar 21

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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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    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 2 Responses Jan 2

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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 9 Responses Apr 18, 2011

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    A BEAUTIFUL SUICIDE .

    .. Dying within oneself of insanity, of long lost hope of putting dead emotions in the shelf of a empty heart up, high on dope. My emotional suicide is done and between me and my life the war of survival won leaving everything but a beautiful strife where i wait for the time i...
    Dobev Dobev 18-21, M 2 Responses Mar 17

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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...
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    "Silence" by Erin Hanson If you've listened

    close to silence I'm sure that you have heard The gentle constant ringing In the space between two words When you really pay attention You find it's not just in your head But instead is whispers of the words The world has left unsaid It's "I love you" left unspoken And a...
    mishale80 mishale80 31-35, F 6 days ago

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    I Am Not Yours I am not yours,

    not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love—put out My...
    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 4 Responses Jan 25

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    The truth is when I observed them,

    nothing in all of my life had ever been more beautiful.They tore off their glowing garments andpresented themselves naked.They were an open bottle for the worldto drink fromWho you ask with eager eyes?I will tell you, but you must promise methat you will look for themand...
    mishale80 mishale80 31-35, F 6 days ago

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    The bird A baby in the womb,

    Sanguine colours circulated around her as she grows, The room fills with light as her cry resonates as she enters the world, The world... if only she knew what she was getting into The arms of her mother leave her behind to find another She screams as she takes off in a metal...
    Tearystar1027 Tearystar1027 18-21, F 1 Response Mar 20

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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 11 Responses Jun 17, 2014

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    Excerpts from "Flower of Love" by Oscar

    Wilde Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day. From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song, Lit some lighter light of...
    stiltcourt stiltcourt 41-45, F 1 Response a week 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

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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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    Love is a circle not a heart Love is

    together And never be apart To be a shoulder to lean on To sing a lullaby True love is forever like the universe and the stars Love twinkles and shines it adds a bright spark To the emptiness of our minds Love somebody and they will love you too An unbroken circle of love Can...
    kar6425 kar6425 13-15, F Mar 18

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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 68 Responses Jan 15, 2011

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    Amongst School Children WB Yeats (Last verse-I

    can't help think of great trees and their leaves) VIII Labour is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul. Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 3 Responses 2 days ago

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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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    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

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    The tender touch    Of your lips      

    Against mine          Is all that       I ever  Need toMake me relax
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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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    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...
    WindSylph WindSylph 46-50, F 7 Responses Dec 3, 2014

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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 14 Responses May 9, 2014

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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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    THE STAGE OF LIFE The sky feels lower time

    slower, the floor cold, i'm getting old and dead and shot after sore laughter i feel like an actor for death in the stage of life trying hard to stop to hold my breath to murder me and flee under the blue and bleak of the sea
    Dobev Dobev 18-21, M 1 Response Mar 21

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    Do you remember the night the moon dropped from

    the sky?And we ran through the forest to find where it lie,I was tripping on tree roots and slipping on snow,You were holding my hand and saying not to let go.When we found it at last there were twigs in our hair,A rose on our cheeks and our breath in the air,And the words to...
    mishale80 mishale80 31-35, F 6 days ago

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    Life changes its beauty all the time Sometimes

    it’s a shade, sometimes sunny Live every moment here to your heart’s content The time that is here may not be tomorrow One who loves you whole-heartedly It is difficult meet that person If there is someone like that somewhere That person is more beautiful than all Grab onto...
    liza1996 liza1996 18-21, F 5 days ago

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    The Soul: Eyes that dug the hole Eyes

    that seen through the soul Eyes that gleamed with innocence and beauty Eyes harmless, yet their gaze was cruelty A soul wrecked and ruined by a glance A soul that longed for lips to dance A soul that seen the truth clear, but A soul that hid behind it’s fear
    elias617 elias617 16-17, M Mar 21

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    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...
    Pinky65 Pinky65 46-50, F 7 Responses Sep 13, 2014

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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 8 Responses Jul 29, 2012

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    Why do I feel so censored here?

    I feel like I can't state my opinion/works even though this should be the place to do it. So, I'm asking you...would you like to read a very disturbing poem of mine?
    Explorerofknowledge Explorerofknowledge 18-21, M 5 days ago

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    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 9 Responses Feb 9

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    She doesn't see what I see.

    To her, she's imperfection. She is dust on torn pages of books and broken hands on clocks that used to spin in lover's homes. To me, she is perfection. She is the sun the moment it is washed by the sea and the children's heartbeat in the moment it explodes from the water once...
    Sarabell00 Sarabell00 13-15, F 6 days ago

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    The Rose Have you ever loved a rose,

    and watched her slowly bloom; and as her petals would unfold, you grew drunk on her perfume. Have you ever seen her dance, her leaves all wet with dew; and quivered with a new romance - the wind, he loved her too. Have you ever longed for her, on nights...
    stiltcourt stiltcourt 41-45, F 4 days ago

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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...
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    Man and Woman Man is the most elevated of

    creatures, Woman the most sublime of ideals. God made for man a throne; for Woman an altar. The throne exalts; the altar sanctifies. Man is the brain; Woman, the heart. The brain creates light; the heart, love. Light engenders; love resurrects. Because of reason Man is...
    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 7 Responses Mar 21

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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 7 Responses Jan 11

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    Civil war poem The nation was teared into

    two all due to sectionalism, slavery and states rights too Many lost their lives to get the country back together The trail of blood has spread since the first day Humanity deranged causing families to be estranged I cry seeing the fact that our love ones are getting killed for...
    AjaxJaxson AjaxJaxson 13-15, F 17 hrs ago

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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...
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    If I could, Worlds expanding,

    planets diminishing, dimensions multiplying. When I could, power wielded, knowledge gained, no more pain. Insight to the greatest gift, the kind of man can turn and lift the kin of past and begging future to be. Sewed in the gift I give at last, a window through a door and...
    theycallmetk theycallmetk 16-17, M Mar 16

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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 8 Responses Sep 4, 2013

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    Yesterday, I whispered your name to the

    Wind. And felt it caress my skin as I said, I love you. Yesterday, I lay on the grass and told the Earth of your Wondrous Beauty As I shouted to the Sky, I love you Yesterday I lay Naked in bed...
    Extant1 Extant1 51-55, M 5 Responses 5 days ago

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    Stages by Hermann Hesse.

    Seems quite appropriate right now All blossoms will wilt, each youth fold into the mold of age. Wisdom and virtue never last forever. Your heart must always be ready to leave and ready to begin again, must form new bonds with courage and without regret. Every beginning offers...
    lavendersea lavendersea 41-45, F 3 Responses 2 days ago </