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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...
    diablesse34 diablesse34 46-50, F 8 Responses Oct 25, 2013

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

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    Deep into that darkness peering,

    long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. Edgar Allan Poe
    neeia neeia 36-40, F 6 Responses Nov 2, 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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    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...
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 13 Responses Feb 20

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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, 2014

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    --- A trade with oneself.

    . I feel i'm fading and my life, its trading with the devil its slowly masquerading evading, every inch of peace i found and now i cry in a faint sound, bob around and lay back under the stars shining, in the black dark firmament landing me on the track...
    Dobev Dobev 18-21, M 1 Response 6 days ago

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    Somewhere I Have Never Travelled,

    Gladly Beyond somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed...
    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    I wait patiently ....

    The soul trembles and yearning, imagining, fantasize your hands on my face slipping gently on my neck, fingers as you go leave red traces of longing.
    fromeden fromeden 36-40, F 4 days ago

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    Can this please come back?

    http://youtu.be/hJZkBWBashA
    Itsnotareligion Itsnotareligion 22-25, F 2 days ago

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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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     “You are the fearless rose

    that grows amidst the freezing wind.”   ~ Rumi   
    VenusFactor VenusFactor 41-45, F 24 mins ago

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    One of my favourit poems

    since school time. The original German version though sounds more beautiful due to the rhymes.His vision, from the constantly passing bars,has grown so weary that it cannot holdanything else. It seems to him there area thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.As he paces in...
    mishale80 mishale80 31-35, F 6 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...
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 11 Responses May 11, 2014

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    I love you without knowing how,

    or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes...
    Brunette4U Brunette4U 31-35, F 3 Responses 5 days ago

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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, 2014

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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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    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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    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 3 Responses Jan 2

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    I felt your own pain It was something hard to

    regain Life was so unfair As if no one care I cherish the good times The bad times The searching times The times of bitterness The times of sadness When you seek and tried to find The dream you left behind Your agony is great Yet we had something hard to create I don’t know...
    diane1996 diane1996 18-21, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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    God in Woman by Patrick Kavanagh Now must I

    search until I have found my God Not in an orphanage. He hides In no humanitarian disguise, A derelict upon a barren bog; But in some fantastical ordinary incog: Behind a well-wrapped convent girl’s eyes, Or wrapped in middle-class felicities Among the women of the coffee-shop...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 5 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 9 Responses Sep 4, 2013

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    When You are Old William Butler Yeats When

    you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man...
    AllergyDog66 AllergyDog66 26-30, M 8 Responses 1 day ago

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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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    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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    I had worthless past I want to die

    before someone get to know I have a self respect why don't you people understand!!!!!!!!! I don't forget you past you are the only disgusting thing i want to leave forever but you rubbish diffused in my little cell Sometimes i hesitate to recall my you i pretty insance...
    cozzylura cozzylura 18-21, M 5 days ago

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    the words that i could hear I see them

    now flying the story some time true are lies i'm never buying the plot's become pale and the hero is crying the clock that yet lives says the time is now dying....
    Dobev Dobev 18-21, M 6 days ago

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    My favorite poem Smile - Elia Abu

    Madi Translated by: Mahmoud Abbas Masoud قالَ: السماءُ كئيبةٌ ، وتجهّما قلتُ: ابتسمْ يكفي التجهمُ في السَما He said: Lo, the sky is somber, and frowned. I said: Smile just the same! Enough frowns in the sky...
    israa94 israa94 18-21, F 2 Responses 3 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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    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 6 Responses Mar 28, 2014

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    Invictus by William Ernest Henley Out of the

    night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed Beyond this place of wrath and...
    VenusFactor VenusFactor 41-45, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    "Breath" -Kristina The words you want me to

    hear Will not be spoken. The ways of your love for me Will not be known. The taste of your lips on mine Will remain a mystery. The warmth of you skin against me Will only be my imagination. All because A few moments ago. Your final breath Was used l speak three words to me...
    londonbr1dge londonbr1dge 16-17, F 3 Responses 6 days ago

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    http://youtu.be/dtQM-tuEaFo the alchemy of love

    You come to us from another world From beyond the stars and void of space. Transcendent, Pure, of unimaginable beauty, Bringing with you the essence of love. You transform all who are touched by you. Mundane concerns, troubles, and sorrows dissolve in your presence, bringing...
    israa94 israa94 18-21, F 2 Responses 3 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, 2014

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    we all born to suffer from truths

    and we are all born to live through lies. and sometimes the darkness feels closer to Heaven than any light that directs us closer to hell. -r.m. drake‬
    SuicideBlonde63 SuicideBlonde63 51-55, F 2 Responses 18 hrs 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...
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 8 Responses Sep 7, 2014

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    "I go through phases.

    Somedays I feel like the person I'm supposed to be, and then somedays I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines you still are willing to be near me." - Mary Kate Teske
    mishale80 mishale80 31-35, F 3 Responses 6 days ago

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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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    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 10 Responses Apr 18, 2011

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    http://youtu.be/SEwJm-RPhNE When I die,

    by rumi when my coffin is being taken out, you must never think I am missing this world. Don't shed any tears, don't lament or feel sorry I'm not falling into a monster's abyss. When you see my corpse is being carried, don't cry for my leaving I'm not leaving, I'm arriving at...
    israa94 israa94 18-21, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    The night is darkening round me,

    The wild winds coldly blow; But a tryant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds abouve me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing...
    mishale80 mishale80 31-35, F 1 Response 6 days ago

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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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    Love is Some people forget

    that love is tucking you in and kissing you 'Good night' no matter how young or old you are Some people don't remember that love is listening and laughing and asking questions no matter what your age Few recognize that love is commitment, responsibility no fun at all...
    pollyprozac pollyprozac 41-45, F 2 Responses 4 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 10 Responses Jan 14

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    I Am Here ... I am here,

    waiting to be discovered, so that you can discover my interior, while undressing my feelings, in front of you. Open my core, my heart, my soul, open them so, that you may see me, and discover what lies in me. So that you may see, that I am not only made of flesh and bones, so...
    hanxin hanxin 61-65, M 1 Response 1 day ago

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