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    The tell tell heart,

    why is it when a heart wants to share with another heart, the way is blocked, circumstances abound every kind of obstacale can be found, the speaker of the heart will say, talk to me any time or day, but something always gets in the way, by design or deceit it all wears on the...
    zg4love zg4love 31-35, M 1 Response 1 day ago

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    My eyes weren't heavy the day

    that I died. - Me
    MeGaMatt88 MeGaMatt88 26-30, M 2 days ago

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    All or Nothing If you love me

    for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me. If you love me for what you heard then you would love me for my words If you love my heart and mind then you would love me, for all that I'm. But...
    lavendersea lavendersea 41-45, F 3 Responses 2 days ago

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    End Of A Day Skies of indigo,

    blue and orange, The mountains silhouetted against the glow of the passing day, Each moment brings a change to the fading colors. The day has come and gone, Celebrate the night, With it's air crisp and cool. Like diamonds on a blanket of black velvet, The stars shine their old...
    manofsolitude manofsolitude 46-50 1 Response Jul 21

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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 5 Responses Apr 28

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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 10 Responses Jun 17, 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 8 Responses Sep 4, 2013

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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 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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    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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    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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    “Choose love not in the shallows but in the

    deep.” Christina Rossetti.
    bethturner bethturner 26-30, F 1 Response 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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    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 20 Responses Sep 3, 2013

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    The fickle nature of society.

    As were all burning more. Love or pleasure, God or leisure. Doomed or Ascending. Perspective creates one's reality. I want to get ahead of fear, the hell in my head. I'm choosing love instead.
    Muzeam13 Muzeam13 31-35, M 1 Response 20 hrs ago

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    Lost Like the mists without the rain,

    The whistle without a train, Like the sun with no noon, I am lost without you.
    manofsolitude manofsolitude 46-50 3 Responses 4 days ago

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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 Jun 28

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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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    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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    Annabel Lee By Edgar Allan Poe 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 sea, But...
    Allofthestars17 Allofthestars17 22-25, F 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 6 Responses Jan 11

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    15 years 15 years every night There's been

    music Violins Sweet violins That's not a bad idea That signifies a long loving relationship
    Bennythebull7 Bennythebull7 13-15, M 6 days ago

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    Do you remember the story?

    The one of Romeo and Juliet? You know, he was the Montague and She was the Capulet. Their parents were at war Their love had to be kept hidden I always wondered why there was hate Why were they so forbidden? But that was just a story, Just fiction, a work of art If real...
    Notyourprincesa1124 Notyourprincesa1124 31-35, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    So i wait for you like a lonely house till you

    will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.
    Perseph0ne Perseph0ne 26-30, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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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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    City sounds is all I've ever known,

    - I was always stuck in one place like a rusted drone, - Of course, I need the city sounds to sleep, - But, they are also there when I sleep not a wink. - Babies cry, and a Cow goes 'moo' but I'm stuck here for eternity until I have the courage to move
    WinnieThePotato WinnieThePotato 13-15, F 5 days ago

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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...
    neeia neeia 41-45, F 5 Responses Nov 7, 2014

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    Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines by Pablo

    Neruda http://youtu.be/9wDOioi5Jt8 Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example,'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 Responses 1 day 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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    My bodies not desirable,

    neither is God by many. Everyone is a piece of the whole but my soul feels cold. I lost myself in your abyss as you stole my trust and sanity. It was your boredom and vanity that attracted and distracted I. Then when you were free from your misery with glee you forgot the key...
    Muzeam13 Muzeam13 31-35, M Jul 23

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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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    ~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...
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    "...Cast a cold eye On life,

    on death Horseman, pass by!" William Butler Yeats
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 1 day ago

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    This is a poem that has always moved me

    and made me long for this sense of connection. The Knowing by Sharon Olds Afterwards, when we have slept, paradise- comaed and woken, we lie a long time looking at each other. I do not know what he sees, but I see eyes of surpassing tenderness and calm, a calm like the...
    BeachGypsy BeachGypsy 46-50, F Jul 25

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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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    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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    Roll the DiceCharles Bukowskihttp://youtu.

    be/36CYMdFmDeQif you’re going to try, go all theway.otherwise, don’t even start.if you’re going to try, go all theway. this could mean losing girlfriends,wives, relatives, jobs andmaybe your mind.go all the way.it could mean not eating for 3 or4 days.it could...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 3 Responses 1 day ago

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    When appreciation hits you,

    you fall on your knees, exalting your Creator in a moment of peace. The more you be thankful, the more that He gives. A life in obedience, leads to heavenly bliss. An infinite connection, through distance and time. An endless reward, No hatred or crime. The moment is now, The...
    Zafrony Zafrony 26-30, F 1 hr ago

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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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    http://www.elephantjournal.

    com/2014/04/touch-me-there-emily-bartran-poem/
    AnnUrban AnnUrban 26-30, F 6 days ago

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    The Stolen Child W. B.

    Yeats, 1865 - 1939 Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 Responses 2 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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    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 18 Responses Apr 1

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    Father My anger isn't like yours It's not

    fire Mine is the concrete floor  When it rains at 3pm Mine is sprites of lightning It burns, not just burns Mine is a few strikes in the winter Quiet and quick Not to be taken for granted                    ...
    freesoul95 freesoul95 18-21, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    Here's a poem that I did about 2 weeks ago: A

    thousand words.... The worth of a picture, but what is the value of its contents? Priceless. Moments captured in time live forever and invoke emotion in the observer. Astounding isn't it....? Lovely isn't she? The beautiful flower in the weeds who stands above the rest. She...
    theoneandonlyjerbear theoneandonlyjerbear 18-21, M 1 Response 5 days ago

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