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    Silver wisp of a meandering thought trailing

    upwards into the sky we wonder why.... Fine textures in vibrant colors from the dark of the mind Impulse of yearning all the while learning yet more illusions A time that was not and is not and shall not be..... Valentikov
    Spirituall Spirituall 36-40, F 2 Responses 57 mins ago

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    Somewhere between a hard place

    and the folk I live. Nowadays I'm the weird and outcast: words too harsh for contemporaries go say. But Loudon, Cat, and Donovan know the way.
    MeGaMatt88 MeGaMatt88 26-30, M a week ago

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    I dream of the electricity in your skin playing

    sparks upon my fingers lighting my incandescent world again with life you sparkle hope in me all the light you bring you my lightning, my crackle in the sky
    Salsaconqueso1124 Salsaconqueso1124 31-35, F 4 days ago

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    But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have

    spread my dreams beneath your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. –William Butler Yeats, “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven”
    BeachGypsy BeachGypsy 46-50, F Aug 25

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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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    The Laughing Heart Charles Bukowski your life

    is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but...
    Boxerlove2 Boxerlove2 41-45, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    I found this poem a while back on the interwebs

    and have seen it a few times since, but love it so much I thought I'd put it up.
    RedHotCrazyPerson RedHotCrazyPerson 26-30, F Aug 24

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    Yes! Exactly how I feel.

    "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 verbal. I love the shadowed mystery and waves and underground. If I had to choose one thing to read for the rest of my days, give me poetry as to...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 6 Responses Aug 5

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    I don’t care The world came crashing down It

    burned, it seethed, pulsating dark flames licking the soles of my feet I just stood there Weeping Agonizing Until the emotion was drowned out by the fiery sweet smoke of chemical freedom Then I watched it burn, the flames forever stretching higher, raging against the walls of my...
    JaneD22 JaneD22 26-30, F 1 Response 2 days 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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 18 Responses Sep 3, 2013

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    I saw a child with empty eyes And nightmares in

    his head Recalling when the bad men came And the river turned to red His father being dragged away As his mother cried in pain Defeat was etched upon his face And was never seen again He’d been a child of innocence Before that fateful night He recalled the devastation That...
    SelangorNight SelangorNight 56-60, M 1 Response 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 11 Responses Jan 14

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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 7 Responses Jan 20

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    Don't ask her to be a rock

    for you to lean upon Instead build her wings Point her to the sky And she will teach you both how to fly
    Salsaconqueso1124 Salsaconqueso1124 31-35, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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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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    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

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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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    A state of being This old familiar feeling

    creeps back in It starts at the shadowy corners and stretches its claws deeper and deeper in Into the preexisting wounds of self defeat It carries on its dreary beat I dare not turn away from it Scathing eyes follow my every move Consume me Confuse me Breaking away shards of...
    JaneD22 JaneD22 26-30, F 9 hrs ago

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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

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    And the paper wants to turn,

    dances, wants to escape. The music demands me And the sound between silences they tear me into pieces. Bring me some beauty. I want to feel beautiful again, like the wolf in the moon singing its last call. -A ( The Last Call)
    Dovev Dovev 18-21, M 2 Responses Aug 26

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    Evanescence by J.Chan From a chasm I

    emerge with heaven in my hands the dowry of a journey Imbued whence began O toil and plight exacting as peaks wax and wane the comfort of now knowing the end to my disdain! How soon 'tis peregrination? I cannot but acquiesce The early termination time has lent with extent Oh...
    Fated2be Fated2be 36-40, F Aug 21

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    The Bird And so flew the bird free from the

    chaos of threads, hanging beautifully in a rich man's doorstep. He got it out, he did but did without life. Broke its claws, its wings and a bit of its neck too. The bird flew for a moment, and crashed along with the wind, that carried its heart, the same wind, that led to its...
    Dovev Dovev 18-21, M 2 days ago

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    I wrote this a long time ago

    but it's one of my favorites well the forest swayed and the ocean swelled and I watched the world get so lost in taking off each other's clothes and alcohol induced evenings warmed by cigarettes and forgetful car rides home. lies and love like fischer price hearts not...
    mustlovedogs99 mustlovedogs99 26-30, F 1 Response 4 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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    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

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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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    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 8 Responses Feb 9

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    “You draw my soul in 
like a craving

    
you are like sugar 
on my tongue 
or the way velvet 
feels to the tips of fingers 
 I can’t stop wanting or touching, 
 lusting for your blood 
 where rumors in the night 
feed me such a sweet desire 
 crying out for my soul 
to step closer, closer 
I...
    HeartOfPoetry HeartOfPoetry 36-40, F 3 Responses 2 days ago

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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 9 Responses Jun 17, 2014

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    I want to see you. Know your voice.

    Recognize you when you first 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 lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in...
    MrsKat78 MrsKat78 36-40, F Aug 24

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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 Jul 3

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    I came across this very timely poem just now.

    Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something..... As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”. As I began to love myself I understood how...
    lavendersea lavendersea 41-45, F 2 Responses Aug 24

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    Ishq Majazi ho ya Haqeeqi is bazaar-e-ishq

    may Bay adab ka naam badnaam hota hai
    ishqelahasil ishqelahasil 26-30, M 2 days ago

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    I’ve walked the tideand collected not

    just shells,but the voice of the sea,the Moon and Sun reflected,the hands of the waterrushing to touch, rushingto pull me close and tell mestories of love and bitterness.I’ve collected the play and cryof gulls and doves and pelicans,the crawl of crabs, footprintsand hearts...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 9 Responses Jul 21

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    Salsaconqueso1124 Salsaconqueso1124 31-35, F 3 days ago

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    The dark winds howling from thrones deep below.

    The delusional destruction generating self degradation. Casting people apart with indifference and fear of survival. What if everyone is a different form of oneself. What if the hunger is for uniting. Instead of smiting for worry of lack. Having an attitude of gratitude and love...
    Muzeam13 Muzeam13 31-35, M 6 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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    Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

    I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk...
    BeachGypsy BeachGypsy 46-50, F 1 Response Aug 26

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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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    The day is done, and the darkness Falls from

    the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain...
    phoenix9009 phoenix9009 31-35, F 18 hrs ago

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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...
    glassbonespaperskin glassbonespaperskin 18-21, F 3 Responses Jul 10, 2014

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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 7 Responses Sep 4, 2013

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    RedHotCrazyPerson RedHotCrazyPerson 26-30, F Aug 24

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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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    ~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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    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