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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 9 Responses Jul 29, 2012

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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 4 days ago

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    Do not stand at my grave

    and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the...
    Notraces Notraces 31-35, M 3 Responses Jan 8

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    What made you so shiny?

    Are you happy really or your sadness just tiny? Have you learned to hide finally? Have you learned to smile finally? Have you started to live again? Or you just sitting over your pain What is it? What is it that you seek? You seek people to understand you? I know you do. But you...
    Dobev Dobev 18-21, M 3 days ago

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    He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven 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 dreams under your feet...
    josephwrites josephwrites 41-45, M 4 Responses 17 hrs ago

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    These are actually song lyrics,

    but music is a kind of poetry is it not? But do not ask the price I paid, I must live with my quiet rage, Tame the ghosts in my head, That run wild and wish me dead. Should you shake my ash to the wind Lord, forget all of my sins Oh, let me die where I lie Neath the curse of my...
    CuckooClockHeart CuckooClockHeart 18-21, F 2 Responses 1 day ago

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    Sooo...i wrote a nasty poem the other night.

    I'm just afraid something like that would get flagged. Amazing what people will do to ruin art.
    Explorerofknowledge Explorerofknowledge 18-21, M 10 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...
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 20 Responses Sep 3, 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...
    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 11 Responses May 11, 2014

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    Clicks, clacks, coughs

    and cries You're out of ammo, so you're goodbyes Cornered, cut, crawling and climbing An entire street begins dying From the bottom of a hill comes a sea Of clanking, clambering, cluttered marines Last man standing, last man falling. Prepare yourself Death is calling...
    That0ne That0ne 13-15, M 1 Response 2 days 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 10 Responses Sep 7, 2014

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    londonbr1dge londonbr1dge 16-17, F 2 Responses 3 hrs 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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      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...
    skidzchannel13 skidzchannel13 13-15, M 5 Responses Jan 20

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    “Poetry is the record of the best

    and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.” —Percy Bysshe Shelley
    SirQuaggie SirQuaggie 31-35, M Jan 18

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    I'm dead, my life's been sold.

    All my years are cold. No trees to hide my head. All my roads are red. And in the Easter I will see that same old sun, that shone. And in the winter I will stand in seas of snow, alone. I will wait for you, yeah. Your eyes will shine like new, yeah. I close my eyes and you're...
    flight007 flight007 31-35, F Jan 17

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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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    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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    "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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    Curly hair...XD it's

    for you... On the grass Lying on the grass let you see the sky, Will teach you how to love, how to fly, Lying on the grass, while you feel the wind, Never been cared, never saw that kind, Sun is alone, clouds dance, Lying alone without a glance, Walking barefoot on the...
    ElliasA ElliasA 18-21, M 1 Response Jan 18

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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, 2014

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    She was opening up her umbrella The rain

    cascaded down Looking down at her feet She minded all the meager puddles Almost as if they portals to an alternate universe She was opening up her umbrella and watched the drops of rain roll off the leaves and splash on the pavement She thought what if all those rain drops...
    ningqin ningqin 13-15, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    As fast as thou shalt wane,

    so fast thou grow'st In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st, Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest. Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase; Without this folly, age, and cold decay: If all were minded...
    WeridGirlRawr WeridGirlRawr 13-15, F 16 hrs ago

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    Teach Me Such pretty things you said to

    me--- Unbutton me some more. For I am yours to take tonight upon this forest floor. Let's make a bed in autumn leaves, and leave no leaf unturned. Beneath these trees please teach me, please--- To learn a love unlearned By Michael Faudet
    Mendmyheart Mendmyheart 46-50, F 4 Responses Jan 19

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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, 2014

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    We Are Seven by William Wordsworth ———A

    simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And...
    josephwrites josephwrites 41-45, M 2 Responses Jan 17

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    In secret we met-- In silence I grieve,

    That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive ~Lord Byron
    josephwrites josephwrites 41-45, M 2 Responses Jan 17

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    Love for another tomorrow,

    long for another yesterday.
    Milesfromyou Milesfromyou 31-35, M 1 day ago

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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 5 Responses Jan 2

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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, 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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    Conversation The tumult in the heart keeps

    asking questions. And then it stops and undertakes to answer in the same tone of voice. No one could tell the difference. Uninnocent, these conversations start, and then engage the senses, only half-meaning to. And then there is no choice, and then there is no sense...
    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 3 Responses Jan 20

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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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    -Part One- What do we hold

    when the arms aren’t there for holding? Where do we put the longing and how do we build a place inside ourselves strong enough to endure the ache? When we become frantic and only the sound of our own breath echoes through the emptiness where we can swear, absolutely bet our...
    WithGracefulness WithGracefulness 46-50, F 4 Responses 3 days 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...
    smeckledorfed smeckledorfed 18-21, F 3 Responses Jul 10, 2014

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    I absolutely love poetry.

    It's such a gentle way to express the soul.
    brandonswayye brandonswayye 18-21, M 2 days ago

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    Timeless GoddessHer feminine essence is,

    as raw and real,as the Pyramids,I bring offerings,to be blessed,on her temple steps,I get lost,within her ancient walls,all else ceases to exist,timeless,nameless,defineless,ageless,the greatest,explorers and wisest sages,could all get caught,and lost within the mazes,of her...
    AaronLA AaronLA 31-35, M 1 Response 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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    Can we just run away Together,

    just me and you? Have fun, forever play? You know, just the two of us? Can we just leave this place? Just run hand in hand? Be together all our days? And never ever look back... Can we just walk Together under the stars? I'll kiss your hand and your lips? And you can have my...
    SirQuaggie SirQuaggie 31-35, M 2 Responses Jan 18

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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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    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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    Safe Harbor Come lie with me,

    my love Feel these arms that long to hold you Lay your head on my chest and Hear a heart that beats only for you Feel lips that long to travel the length And breadth of your sensual body Rest quietly, and know the feeling of Being with someone who loves you With every fiber of...
    hardbargain hardbargain 46-50, M 4 Responses 3 days ago

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    Angel of Flight and Sleigh Bells by Anne Sexton.

    Angel of flight and sleigh bells, do you know paralysis, that ether house where your arms and legs are cement? You are as still as a yardstick. You have a doll's kiss. The brain whirls in a fit. The brain is not evident. I have gone to that same place without a germ or a stroke...
    liveit0ut liveit0ut 22-25, M 2 Responses 4 days ago

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    I see her far and close when I sleep when I'm

    breathing a question hunts my head every night I can't escape I twist and turn flip over this bed I remember the night of rape I see the eyes of a young boy loosing his innocence struck by confusion the same eyes of now a young man struck by nightmares of memories angry but not...
    Poeticdeaths Poeticdeaths 18-21, M 16 hrs ago

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    “O soft embalmer of the still midnight,

    Shutting with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom- pleas’d eyes, embower’d from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine: O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes, Or wait the “Amen,” ‘ere thy poppy throws Around my...
    CuckooClockHeart CuckooClockHeart 18-21, F 2 Responses 3 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 66 Responses Jan 15, 2011

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    The Dance.... William Carlos WilliamsPainting

    by dayvee van goblinIn Breughel's great picture, The Kermess, the dancers go round, they go round and around, the squeal and the blare and the tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles tipping their bellies, (round as the thick- sided glasses whose wash...
    Bobhoglin Bobhoglin 46-50, M 1 Response 6 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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    She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron She walks

    in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless...
    TheFieryWoman TheFieryWoman 36-40, F 7 Responses Nov 7, 2014

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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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