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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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    “Choose love not in the shallows but in the

    deep.” Christina Rossetti.
    bethturner bethturner 26-30, F 2 Responses Jul 30, 2015

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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 4 Responses Nov 7, 2014

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    Left alone with him, he undressed my

    mind;bathing me in sweet acronyms,traced upon curve in calligraphywhile whispering in prose our dreamsand...he'd dip his quill; inking upon my skin,noun's and verb's I'd absorb into my heartthen...my poet, whispers again sweepingme off my feet in syllabic count;taking control of...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 13 Responses Nov 2, 2015

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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...
    Diablessse Diablessse 46-50, F 6 Responses Oct 25, 2013

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    What an utter disgrace it would be to find

    something truly magic and spend any time at all pretending and trying to convince yourself it is all just an unbelievably orchestrated and beautifully choreographed illusion. Tyler Knott Gregson
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29 26-30, F 1 Response Jan 25

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    If I Showed You My Teardrops.

    Erin Hanson If I showed you my teardrops, Would you collect them like rain, Store them in jars, That are labelled with "Pain", Would you follow their tracks, From my eyes down my cheeks, As they write all the stories, I'm too scared to speak, Would you stop them with kisses...
    TulipBaby TulipBaby 41-45, F 2 Responses 5 days ago

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    The Stolen Child WB Yeats 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 the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For...
    Yeronlyman Yeronlyman 41-45, M 4 Responses 6 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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    ~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 wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively,

    Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I'd write to the point of suffocation. I'd write myself into nervous breakdown, Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I'd write about you a lot more than I should. Benedict Smith
    FindingDali FindingDali 41-45, F 2 Responses 16 hrs ago

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    "Bluebird" by Charles Bukowski there's a

    bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the ****** and the bartenders and the...
    LucyFuhr LucyFuhr 46-50, F Jan 27

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    Happy National Poetry Day to all fellow

    admirers of free verse.In celebration of what I regard as quite an important day, I'd like to share this little nugget of pure beauty.   
    JosephinaBallerina JosephinaBallerina 36-40, F 2 Responses Oct 8, 2015

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    Do not go gentle into

    that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying...
    WatchTheWorldBurn WatchTheWorldBurn 18-21, M 2 Responses Jan 27

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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 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, 2015

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    We all tend to fall in love with the Wrong guy

    the one we call "Mr.Perfect." The one we're to blind to see doing anything Wrong but that's the same guy who cheats on us but we tend forgive and accept aplogizes that he takes for granted ... we love him to point where we start to cut the people who really matter off.. He...
    Navae Navae 18-21, F 3 days ago

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    The darkness, the darkness Flowing through the

    trees, Winding through the leaves Coming from my screams. The darkness, the darkness Rushing through the air, Twirling in my hair Gathering in their lairs. The darkness, the darkness Sprinting on the earth, Coming from my hearth. Beating down all my worth. The darkness, the...
    PictureFreakk PictureFreakk 16-17, F 1 Response Jan 27

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    Confession I don't blame you

    for seeking love through other outlets. Love hurts sometimes and yes I know this now. Maybe I didn't love you right or maybe it's not my fault. Why point the gun when there's no bullets in it? Forget the past because it's been a while since I've heard your voice. And I'm...
    Navae Navae 18-21, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    As I sit on my sill, I watch the world pass by.

    The cars pass in a hurry, not taking in the scenery. As I sit on the sill, I watch the world pass by. The people just strolling by, ignorant to the beauty of life. As I sit on the sill, I watch the world pass by. Nature turns from Spring to Summer. Summer to fall And suddenly we...
    PictureFreakk PictureFreakk 16-17, F 5 days ago

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    Ik Dil walon ki basti thi jahan chand aur

    sooraj rahtay thay Kuch sooraj mann ka pagal tha kuch chand shookh aur chanchal thay basti basti phirtay aur har pal hanstay rehtay thay phir ik din donon rooth gaye saray sapnay toot gaye ab chand bhi us waqt aata hai sooraj jab soo jata hai badal shab say kehtay hain sooraj...
    zainshah1 zainshah1 26-30, M a week ago

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    I miss cities that I never visited,

    the books I have never read, the hearts I have never broken, the tears I have never shed. I crave for the love I never got, the thoughts I never had, the smiles I never showed, the person I never was.
    LiquidSunshine1 LiquidSunshine1 46-50, F 2 Responses 3 hrs ago

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    Yes! Exactly how I feel.

    It's always the underlying, the vibe, the subtle nuances that shimmer behind the words. Although sometimes you sense what you don't want to.."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...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 5 Responses Aug 5, 2015

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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 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, 2015

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    'Dangerous'"He was different

    than the others. He was exciting and made her feel things she had never felt before, touching secret places of longing inside her, she never knew existed. He did alarming things to her heart and mind she couldn't explain. He was deliciously dangerous and that's exactly why she...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 13 Responses Dec 4, 2015

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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 6 Responses Jan 20, 2015

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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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    You are like night, calmed,

    constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true. - Pablo Neruda
    VenusFactor VenusFactor 41-45, F 2 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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    " a joke your life is a joke your face is a joke

    and it's call cause you're a joke and your mommy and daddy are both a joke. jokes fkin jokes and giving birth to ugly arse jokes YOU..A poor joke you pathetic little fkin jokes. hope you like the poem about a joke.. your life story-a joke :) "...... It is from an EP user...
    knap22030 knap22030 41-45, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    I'm pretty sure my 8yr old stepdaughter will

    have some work published some day (if the Hollywood superstar thing doesn't happen first)..but in case it takes a while here's her first published work..text to me by her elder sister this morning. "I wonder why The moon is high It's like a pie Up in the sky" Bl**dy genius...
    GalateaSpheres GalateaSpheres 36-40, F 8 Responses Nov 5, 2015

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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 10 Responses Jul 21, 2015

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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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    she wrote lonely on her body because that's

    what she was and ugly on her mirror because that's what she saw but she never once felt my lips writing perfect on every single inch of her aka
    FindingDali FindingDali 41-45, F 3 Responses 16 hrs ago

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    Dear stranger extant in memory by the blue

    Juniata, these letters across space I guess will be all we will know of one another. So little of what one is threads itself through the eye of empty space. Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love. From "The Book of Nightmares" by Galway...
    HazelMotes HazelMotes 51-55, M 5 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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    'Passion's Rose'In the silence of my heart I

    feel this flowering;budding with every whisper against my soul,calling; enwrapping me within his ambrosiaas each silken petal brushes against softness,I bow demurely into his maleness.Looking out upon the horizon; I glimpse oursilhouettes entwined in the midst of goldenrays...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 13 Responses Jan 20

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    "Other Paths"There must be other pathsMore

    winding, tangled,Into sweet nothingness,InsignificantSleeping hidden, overgrown,darker, deeperRock bound pathsmisted and rain drenched,Where with one misstep,You might stumble,You might slip,If you are lucky,Into a real life.~Jl Stanley~ 
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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, 2015

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    The Storyteller She has a bookshelf

    for a heart, And ink runs through her veins, She'll write you into her story, With the typewriter in her brain, Her bookshelf's getting crowded, With all the stories that she's penned, Of the people who flicked through her pages, But closed the book before the end, And there's...
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29 26-30, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    You don't want to love - your eternal

    and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere. D. H. Lawrence
    beautifullybroken29 beautifullybroken29 26-30, F 1 Response Jan 27

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    There's something else,

    something new, Something more than just me and you There's a hidden spirit within us all Something most people will never recall But once it's discover, once it's brewed, Fresh baked right out of the oven You'll never see life the same, Because you've just discovered You
    Femwolf107 Femwolf107 13-15 Jan 25

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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 5 Responses Sep 10, 2014

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