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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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    Children, if you dare to think Of the greatness,

    rareness, muchness Fewness of this precious only Endless world in which you say You live, you think of things like this: Blocks of slate enclosing dappled Red and green, enclosing tawny Yellow nets, enclosing white And black acres of dominoes, Where a neat brown paper parcel...
    thelioninwinter thelioninwinter 46-50, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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    Rilke, Verlaine, Cavafy,

    Larkin, Yeats, Neruda
    silentnoon silentnoon 51-55, M 1 Response a week ago

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    Another week has come around again I'm stuck in

    the same old place Same old faces watching me Who knows how long I'll have to stay Sometimes I drift away From all the dull routine A fantasy enters my mind An escape from drudgery Lately my luck has been so bad I lost my ways, I lost my mind I was losing all that I was Hide...
    stiltcourt stiltcourt 41-45, F 2 Responses Jun 23

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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 7 Responses Apr 21

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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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    I love poetry, the emotion is brings etc.

    Every once in a while I will come across a piece of poetry that is just so real to me , it moves me to tears. Here is the latest one to give me that feeling.The author talks about having a dream with one of his daughters in it,talking to him about his life struggles. This dream...
    RafaReu RafaReu 22-25, M Jun 19

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    History tells us what happened.

    ..Poetry tells us what should have happened...
    Brunette4U Brunette4U 31-35, F 4 days ago

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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 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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    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 2 Responses Jan 2

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    Philip Larkin This Be The Verse They **** you

    up, your mum and dad They may not mean to, but they do They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you But they were ****** up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats Man...
    Eggyegg Eggyegg 46-50, F 3 Responses Jun 26

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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 6 Responses Sep 7, 2014

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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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    Summer, the stuff of dreams A time of infinite

    fun under the sun Long days seem to last forever A season of enjoyment and laughter How can there be so much pain in a time When there is so much joy to be found I woke up with tears in my eyes Did I say "...enough", it had to stop Longer days and shorter nights Darker...
    stiltcourt stiltcourt 41-45, F 2 Responses 3 days ago

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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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    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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    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 6 Responses Sep 13, 2014

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    "Undress my soul & may I lay naked

    before your eyes. Discolor the sorrow & melt the pain like snow, for in this world it has only ever been a disguise. Take me as I am naked." ~Christopher Poindexter
    Boxerlove2 Boxerlove2 41-45, F 1 Response 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

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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 12 Responses Jun 17

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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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    'Thought we can handle our heart,

    the vessel of fragile emotions The mind sometimes creates malevolent illusions We take the high road, we think we are untouchable We think we are strong, we think we are infallible Our heart holds more than what we know In silence it processes things bigger than we show No...
    stiltcourt stiltcourt 41-45, F 2 Responses Jun 22

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    I look at this empty PAGE I think of my deepest

    emotions Because of you, I am able to Express everything from my soul No matter what hand I was dealt You've always been there for me Worries, tears, heartaches and fears Friendships, love, joys, and tragedies I find myself writing about you You always seem to get me through...
    stiltcourt stiltcourt 41-45, F 8 Responses a week ago

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    "I dont seek peace, I seek poetry

    and that storms a war in my mind
    xxAriDollxx xxAriDollxx 26-30, F 2 Responses 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

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    It's like yesterday I didn't

    even know your name But today, from now on You're always on my mind I never could have predicted That I would feel this way You are a beautiful surprise An inspiration to my life Whatever you came to teach me I am here to receive the gift I believe you came for a reason I am...
    stiltcourt stiltcourt 41-45, F 4 Responses Jun 23

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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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    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 6 Responses Jan 11

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    When did you stop caring?

    He asked. When did you start noticing? She replied. -When, Lang Leav
    TjDee TjDee 18-21, F 2 Responses Jun 18

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    I'm a ghost of the late hour living in a

    parallel universe. I'm on the outside sleeping in. The body needs sunshine, the eyes, mankind.
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Jun 19

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    Strings in the Earth

    and Air by James Joycefor Bloomsday June 16th 2015Strings in the earth and airMake music sweet;Strings by the river whereThe willows meet.There's music along the riverFor Love wanders there,Pale flowers on his mantle,Dark leaves on his hair.All softly playing,With head to the...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 Responses Jun 16

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    ~Broken~ I want you to undress your heart,

    and show me how much it hurts, so that I can show you how I intend to make it stop.
    Boxerlove2 Boxerlove2 41-45, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    xxAriDollxx xxAriDollxx 26-30, F 1 Response 6 days ago

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    One of my all-time favorite poems by John Keats

    - "Ode On Melancholy" 1. NO, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore 22-25 1 Response Jun 20

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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 6 Responses Oct 25, 2013

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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 17 Responses Apr 1

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    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 51-55, M 5 Responses Apr 28

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    And in the end, we were all just humans,

    drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness ~Christopher Poindexter
    Boxerlove2 Boxerlove2 41-45, F 2 days ago

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    In Memory of my Mother Patrick Kavanagh I do

    not think of you lying in the wet clay Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see You walking down a lane among the poplars On your way to the station, or happily Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday - You meet me and you say: 'Don't forget to see about the cattle - ' Among your...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 3 Responses 1 day ago

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    Love, a passing glance Love,

    a fleeting guess Love, a timeless dance Love, a grand distress A sense of something dense, A sense of bliss. A sense of timeless innocence, A sense of what we miss. Of joy, ever pervasive. Of life, a breath to breathe. Of sadness, quite invasive Of death, a looming reave A...
    Logward123 Logward123 16-17, M Jun 27

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    The coldness of thy heart burns

    and prints my soul.-By me. I love writing poetry people.
    deets1033 deets1033 16-17, M 5 days ago

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    deleted deleted 26-30 12 Responses Oct 14, 2013

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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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    I really like poetry.

    . The meaning is always so set and it's shown in many ways, it's interesting to read and nice to understand and relate to.
    wedgieshurtalot wedgieshurtalot 16-17, F 1 Response 6 days ago

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    On Death - Kahlil Gibran “You would know the

    secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life...
    thelioninwinter thelioninwinter 46-50, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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