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    IF I can stop one heart from breaking,

    I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain
    juslive21 juslive21 22-25, F 1 Response Aug 19

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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 lent with extent Oh...
    Fated2be Fated2be 36-40, F Aug 19

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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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    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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    I love to read it but never really tried

    writing it myself, though since some months I have been experiencing these random moments of inspiration in which my mind crafts verses like they were always there...not sure if it's even poetry but oh well what's to lose... "She saw them, the colours, and the people, the bliss...
    Ingy699 Ingy699 16-17, F 2 Responses Aug 17

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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 3 hrs 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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    "So don't pin your hopes

    or pin your dreams on misanthrope's; guys like me. And the truth is overrated I suppose." - Paul Westerberg ("It's a Wonderful Lie")
    MeGaMatt88 MeGaMatt88 26-30, M Aug 19

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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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    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’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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    The wheel of life is turning round We all

    attempt to stay within the bound Lest one may try to spin out of it all Others may try to stop them free fall The brave person is considered an abnormality All afraid what he might find beyond conformity While we secure our nests tightly to the tree We tie also our feet and...
    SimilarDifference SimilarDifference 46-50, M 1 Response Aug 19

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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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    ~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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    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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    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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    West Wind The city of broken dreams is hard on

    a lonely heart, Life's moving non-stop at a break-neck pace, You forget if you're comin' or goin', You're just trying to make it to that next place. I wanna go where the wild crocus grows, I wanna be where the west wind blows, I wanna go where the wild rose grows, I wanna be...
    manofsolitude manofsolitude 46-50 2 days ago

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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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    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 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 7 Responses Mar 28, 2014

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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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    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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    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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    He laughed at me as he shared bed with her,

    i laughed back as i shared eternity with her !! laughing at a naked body like a conqueror, my heart smiles at naked soul
    confusedsoul21 confusedsoul21 26-30, M 2 days ago

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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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    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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    Whenever we manage to love without expectations,

    calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in Heaven. -Rumi
    SimilarDifference SimilarDifference 46-50, M 1 Response Aug 17

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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 3 days ago

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    Starting in the early years of our youth We

    learn to distinguish between falsity and truth Many versions of falsehood will always be given None of them to make you happy or for you to be forgiven The truth has always been and will forever be one You can not change it, nor will it ever be gone We are blessed with the...
    Zafrony Zafrony 26-30, F 6 days ago

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    Night Dreams The sun slipped away,

    Chasing rainbows, Like a solo dancer, The moon glided quietly past, While I, Had dreams of you...
    manofsolitude manofsolitude 46-50 14 hrs ago

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    SimilarDifference SimilarDifference 46-50, M Aug 17

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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 1 day ago

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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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    Keepsake byy J.Chan Unspoken words of

    wisdom to me he speaks The gentleness of his solitude reality bequeathes Grief and contentment in his hands lie Transparencies of love lost barefaced in his eyes Unyeilding strength he lends in veiled moonlit glow and ardent adjurations melt slowly in his snow In passing my...
    Fated2be Fated2be 36-40, 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 2 days ago

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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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    Longing by Matthew Arnold Come to me in my

    dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be As kind to others as to me. Or, as thou never cam'st...
    Seabreezing Seabreezing 41-45, F 3 Responses 2 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 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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    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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    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 3 days ago

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    RedHotCrazyPerson RedHotCrazyPerson 26-30, F 3 days ago

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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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