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    At any one time I am dreamingLooking

    and waiting for youThe pain I feel is not physicalIt’s a yearning to indulge but to be freeTo get deep down to the hearts coreTo know that this is what it isTo feel... timeless... flat circles that are really spheresThe moment...Like the cliff I stood on, toes curled on...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 4 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...
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 11 Responses Jun 17

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    "Souls" When two souls fall in love,

    there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen. Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with...
    diablesse34 diablesse34 46-50, F 5 Responses Mar 3

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    Darkness

    Darkness around me Darkness surrounds me Darkness don't get near me Darkness I fear thee Darkness you hurt Darkness you lurk Darkness you lurk at night Darkness please don't take my light tonight
    screaminginshadows screaminginshadows 13-15, F 6 Responses Apr 14, 2013

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    Roses are red, violets are blue,

    sandwiches are tasty, rhyming is hard
    PinkP0werRanger PinkP0werRanger 26-30, F 6 Responses Jul 28

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    I want to name my first girl Annabel Lee It

    was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the...
    Alibooksaplenty Alibooksaplenty 16-17, F 3 Responses 5 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 11 Responses Apr 18, 2011

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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 wish you could see the real pain

    that is filling inside of me, The battle I've been fighting every night where you're not by my side, The wounds that lay upon my skin, The lines of pain along my arms, and the tears I shed in secrecy. To hide this misery is a challenge; though I try, no one, not even you should...
    Bluetoxicity Bluetoxicity 18-21, F 2 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 10 Responses May 11

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    One of my favourites: The Cinnamon Peeler by

    Michael Ondaatje If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. Your breasts and shoulders would reek You could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The blind would stumble certain...
    aphroditespriestess aphroditespriestess 18-21, F 1 Response a week 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...
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 17 Responses Sep 3, 2013

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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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    Follow Your Dreams~~

    Today is a treasure To cherish each day Follow your dreams Letting hope shine See the soft beauty That is inside you When you feel fear Love will see you through To yourself be honest and true And know you're beautiful too...
    Raindrop0000 Raindrop0000 51-55, F 5 Responses May 8, 2012

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    "What is poetry?" a lady asked a poet,

    and he answered, "What is poetry? And you ask me that?...poetry...is you".
    Brunette4U Brunette4U 26-30, F 3 days ago

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    "Medicine, law, business,

    engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
    itsvanii itsvanii 18-21, F 2 Responses 5 days ago

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    To me, e e cummings was writing about the power

    of my Goddess Aphrodite in this poem! i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun...
    aphroditespriestess aphroditespriestess 18-21, F 3 Responses 20 hrs ago

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    What Is Love

    I am watching two friends who I think are in love go through a rough patch right now. From a distance I wonder to myself what is love really to me? I thought I felt it once or twice but haven't been in it head over heels. Then I saw this poem. I think it brings me closer to an...
    deleted deleted 26-30 5 Responses Oct 13, 2012

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    No Second Troy... William Butler Yeats WHY

    should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great. Had they but courage equal to desire? What could have made her peaceful with a mind That nobleness...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 4 days ago

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    Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue Your Rhyming

    Sucks But I Still Like You! YOU know who YOU are! ;)
    emerald emerald 36-40, F 2 Responses a week ago

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    This was in a reader at school

    and so kind of force-fed to me but I still love its wistfulness and imagery. For me it is kind of a companion piece to the Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby" though it doesn't feel as bleak to me as that song. anyone lived in a pretty how town by e e cummings (1894 - 1962) anyone lived...
    magicriver magicriver 36-40 11 hrs ago

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    J.R.R. Tolkien - "All That is Gold Does Not

    Glitter" All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was...
    TheDreamyWoman TheDreamyWoman 36-40, F 1 Response Jul 4

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    Bohat Dil Ko Kushada Kar Lia Kia?

    Zamaney Bhar Se Waada Kar Lia Kia? Tu Kia Sach Much Judayi Mujhse Kar Li? Tu Khud Apney Ko Aadha Kar Lia Kia..? Hunar Mandi Se Apney Dil Ka Safha... Meri Jaan, Tum Ne Saada Kar Lia Kia? Bohat Nazdeek Aatey Ja Rahey Ho.. Bicharney Ka Irada Kar Lia Kia..?? kushada=widend...
    poisonlady poisonlady 31-35, F 3 Responses 1 day 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 5 Responses Mar 28

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    The Cabin

    Dedicated to Chelsea The Cabin A weekend escape, To a cabin far away, To spend it together, And live life in a day, We talked and we chatted, We hugged and we kissed, For weekends this lovely, Are too often missed, We saw the cool creek, The waters all clear, We kissed on the...
    seeinglife2x2 seeinglife2x2 46-50, M 3 Responses Jun 23, 2013

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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...
    FuSoYa FuSoYa 18-21, F 4 Responses Jul 10

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    What the doctor said.

    .. By Raymond Carver He said it doesn’t look good he said it looks bad in fact real bad he said I counted thirty-two of them on one lung before I quit counting them I said I’m glad I wouldn’t want to know about any more being there than that he said are you a religious man...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 1 Response a week ago

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    Good Morning beautiful lady,

    just wanted to say. I hope you have a wonderful day. Your messages bring a smile to my face. And your words at times make my heart race. Life may not be perfect in all that we do. But I want to say thank you for you being you.
    Bri50 Bri50 46-50, M 1 Response 3 days ago

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    Not sure if this works (I'm on my tablet,

    it's set differently)...but, I love this poem.
    MyEternalDesires MyEternalDesires 22-25, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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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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    Falling. By Caroli9

    There she stood upon a high, World blowing through her mind, " Let go & Fall " the wind does cry, with arms outstretched her falls a glide, Dizzy...Giddy...she panics inside, " Your Falling to fast " the words fly by, with heart in hand she closes...
    caroli9 caroli9 36-40, F 10 Responses Jan 21, 2007

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    He wants to say I love you But keeps it to

    goodnight Because love will mean Some falling and she's afraid of heights.
    Faiithh Faiithh 16-17, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    Something out there Beyond the confines of

    creation It bleeds for you Sitting in circles Speaking in Silent Tongues Burning all of creation What is this? Nothing more Nothing less Just another body to the pile
    Darktooth41 Darktooth41 18-21, M 2 Responses 1 day ago

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    The tender touch    Of your lips      

    Against mine          Is all that       I ever  Need toMake me relax
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 13 Responses Jan 7

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    I awoke, from but a ravaged dream Entwined in

    vex, and so beguiled The living world, at slumbers seam I sat, with pattering heart so riled. And as I looked, apart my room With books, and portraits with air less dear I knew, t’was not merely the blacked gloom It was to say, I'd met my fears For as I searched, I could...
    thewickedjoke thewickedjoke 31-35, M 18 hrs ago

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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

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    As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green

    hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will - Leonard Cohen
    Cherbelle Cherbelle 41-45, F 1 day ago

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    You...Extraordinary.Its not

    that I didn’t know it,I just never really said it... directly.Caged talk, regretOut of situations that make one want to breathe deep,To confirm you’re alive,As opposed to free birds to fly and write their stories in the sky.The nature of daylight,Changing colours on...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 3 Responses 2 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 61 Responses Jan 15, 2011

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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

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    Under Ben Bulben by William Butler Yeats

    (extract)....Under bare Ben Bulben's headIn Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.An ancestor was rector thereLong years ago, a church stands near,By the road an ancient cross.No marble, no conventional phrase;On limestone quarried near the spotBy his command these words are cut...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 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 10 Responses Sep 4, 2013

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    Late Fragment by Raymond Carver And did you

    get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 1 Response a week ago

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    He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by William

    Butler Yeats Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 Responses 4 days ago

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    On the first day The oceans will recede As the

    systems grow So will the lifelines The question of defeat Why are you still here? Your voice is free.
    Darktooth41 Darktooth41 18-21, M 1 day ago

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    I'm a horrible writer,

    but I find it easier to express myself through writing. I write poetry, or " diary entries" and its the best way for me to let all of my anger, or frustration because I know nobody can judge me
    secretsXlie secretsXlie 13-15, F 6 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...
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    The Road Not Takenby Robert FrostTwo roads

    diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claimBecause it was grassy and wanted wear...
    BohemianHeart BohemianHeart 36-40, F 2 Responses 6 days ago

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    "......a stone, a leaf,

    an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces. Naked and alone, we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mothers face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth. Which of us...
    agbells13 agbells13 31-35, F 6 days ago

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    Gravy by Raymond Carver No other word will do.

    For that’s what it was. Gravy. Gravy, these past ten years. Alive, sober, working, loving, and being loved by a good woman. Eleven years ago he was told he had six months to live at the rate he was going. And he was going nowhere but down. So he changed his ways somehow. He...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 3 Responses a week ago

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    Unrequited Love

    This poem very much captures  the author's feelings of unrequited love; of being loved just a very little by someone, who always has bigger and better fish to fry. In a few lines, the poet effortlessly conveys that sense of yearning for something wonderful which, for her (but...
    unsichtbar unsichtbar 46-50 Apr 7, 2010

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    You're My Black Hole, I'm In Trouble

    Your peach is within my reach You galactic disaster I will eat and eat Dripping, nectar Feed my famine with your laughter Pulling you, dipping you, I’m so into you I deserve every morsel, as I touch your torso I bend you, bite you and throw you Now you know me, now I know you...
    Bothor Bothor 31-35, M 2 Responses Sep 20, 2013

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    I am shameless copying from aphroditespriestess

    who just posted this. It has been one of my favourite poems for years already. The Cinnamon Peeler by Michael Ondaatje If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. Your breasts and shoulders would reek You could never walk...
    magicriver magicriver 36-40 6 days ago

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