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    Sequence of Love Love possesses many

    faces occurring in romantic places culminated by embraces ... Love illuminates the soul intertwining halves to whole fulfilling a human, earthly role ... Love radiates rare quality increasing to a sweet degree of everlasting ecstasy ... Love invades enchantingly perhaps...
    Femininewiles Femininewiles 26-30, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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

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    Oh white man! How can I make you

    understand This love of land. It has the touch of a child's fingertips To a mother's lips. Soft, as a butterfly's wing. Her loveliness is summer red, pink, fading gold, as mother sun sinks to fold Herself in a cloak of night, Embossed with the light Of stars from a black nation...
    FinlayBrowne FinlayBrowne 31-35, F 1 Response Sep 23

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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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    Doubts. By Rupert Brooke When she

    sleeps, her soul, I know, Goes a wanderer on the air, Wings where I may never go, Leaves her lying, still and fair, Waiting, empty, laid aside, Like a dress upon a chair.... This I know, and yet I know Doubts that will not be denied. For if the soul be not in place, What has...
    dayvee65 dayvee65 46-50, M 10 hrs ago

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    My co-worker tagged me in her Instagram to this

    poem. How I can relate... Well, sort of... The Girl He Loves There was a man who I once knew, for me there was no other. The closer to loving me he grew, the more he would grow further. I tried to love him as his friend, then to love him as his lover; but he never loved me...
    NeelraDorianGray NeelraDorianGray 31-35, F 2 hrs ago

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    Queen

    Open the door if you dare The key to my circus Tempting devils, delights Waiting to consume And be consumed Beasts rutting in heat The jugular stings Gnawing on the wound Nefarious desires   The tethers scar Deep to the marrow Sweetest pleasures Lusts...
    mguinm mguinm 41-45, F 10 Responses Sep 8, 2013

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    And a woman who held a babe against her bosom

    said, 'Speak to us of Children.' And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your...
    FinlayBrowne FinlayBrowne 31-35, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    I stumbled on this, posted a few months ago on

    EP. I researched at the time and it seems the author "A Peel" is more or less unknown. I also hypothesised that the author might have been that same person who posted it here, of which I'm still curious. Anyway, a poem's true meaning is the one that each reader gives to it. To...
    TheMaverickWoman TheMaverickWoman 36-40, F 2 Responses 6 days ago

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    If you Forget Me I want you to know one thing.

    You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals...
    summerbloom summerbloom 31-35, F 3 Responses Jul 29

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    Royal blue, that's the last thing I ever saw

    him wear. His dark eyes looked at me and it was as if I was looking at myself. What was it about him that captured my heart so completely. Everyday we passed each other and everyday was silence. The most powerful sound one could ever hear. Red the last color I wore the last...
    deleted deleted 26-30 a week ago

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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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    Let me find time to welcome in this love that

    comes unbid. Let me find time to memorize this face that rises out of the trees of forgetfulness. Give me the time to escape this love that stops my blood. Let me find time to recognize your name, my name, and the place where I was born. Let me find time to know where I shall...
    vinyards vinyards 22-25, M 1 Response 6 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

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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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    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 8 Responses Oct 25, 2013

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    Ithaca by CP Cavafy As you set out

    for Ithaka hope the voyage is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them: you’ll never find things like that on your way as long as you keep your thoughts raised high, as long as a rare excitement...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 6 days ago

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    The fountains mingle with the river,

    And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In another's being mingle-- Why not I with thine? See, the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister...
    BlueHydrangea BlueHydrangea 16-17, F 1 Response 5 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 11 Responses May 11

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    L'invitation au voyage par Charles

    Baudelaire Mon enfant, ma soeur, Songe à la douceur D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble! Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble! Les soleils mouillés De ces ciels brouillés Pour mon esprit ont les charmes Si mystérieux De tes traîtres yeux, Brillant...
    aphroditespriestess aphroditespriestess 18-21, F 1 Response Sep 23

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    Daydream Delusion by David Jewell (but mostly

    known as the poem in the movie "Before Sunrise") Limousine eyelash Oh, baby, with your pretty face Drop a tear in my wine glass Look at those big eyes See what you mean to me Sweetcakes and milk shakes I am a delusion angel I'm a fantasy parade I want you to know what I think...
    TheMaverickWoman TheMaverickWoman 36-40, F 4 days ago

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    How little is enough

    for you not to need a lot; the Need be loved.
    MyLady9 MyLady9 46-50, F Sep 23

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    Shed the Shadow Oh how he watches me in the

    shadow of his tree, strong, bold and blocking out the glare of the sun. He claims I shine like the stars, the moon, brighter than them all, A blazing comet, a speeding fireball. He stands close and my sparks ignite a fire, They shower down upon his figure, warm and yet his...
    Femininewiles Femininewiles 26-30, F 1 Response Sep 23

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    Natures first green is gold Her hardest hue to

    hold Her early leaf's a flower But only so an hour Then lead subsides to leaf So Eden sank to grief So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay.
    80sRockLover 80sRockLover 22-25, F 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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    Sungirl3 Sungirl3 46-50, F 12 Responses Oct 14, 2013

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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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    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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    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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    If - e.e. cummings If freckles were lovely,

    and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,-- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true, There might be some sense But I'd be...
    DisappearingStar DisappearingStar 70+ 1 Response Sep 21

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    Let Me Live Out My YearsJohn G.

    NeihardtLet me live out my years in heat of blood!Let me die drunken with the dreamer's wine!Let me not see this soul-house built of mudGo toppling to the dusk—a vacant shrine.Let me go quickly, like a candle lightSnuffed out just at the heyday of its glow.Give me high...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 1 Response 1 day 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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    I love poetry. I feel

    as I'm in heaven when I read a good one.
    Longsilver83 Longsilver83 31-35, M Sep 21

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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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    How little is enough

    for you not to need a lot; the Need be loved.
    MyLady9 MyLady9 46-50, F Sep 23

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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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    The Pity Of Love by William Butler Yeats A

    PITY beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love: The folk who are buying and selling, The clouds on their journey above, The cold wet winds ever blowing, And the shadowy hazel grove Where mouse-grey waters are flowing, Threaten the head that I love.
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 days 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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    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...
    crescendo282 crescendo282 31-35, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    Paul by Paul Durcan In the rush-hour traffic

    outside the centre-city church I stood with my bicycle waiting for the lights to change – A Raleigh bicycle with upright handlebars That I had purchased for two pounds fifty pence in The Pearl – When a priest in black soutane and white surplice Materialised in the darkness...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 1 Response 2 days ago

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    My darling, I have much to say Where o precious

    one shall I begin ? All that is in you is princely O you who makes of my words through their meaning Cocoons of silk These are my songs and this is me This short book contains us Tomorrow when I return its pages A lamp will lament A bed will sing Its letters from longing will...
    vinyards vinyards 22-25, M 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

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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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    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

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    How Poems are Made by Alice Walker Letting

    go in order to hold on I gradually understand how poems are made. There is a place the fear must go. There is a place the choice must go. There is a place the loss must go. The leftover love. The love that spills out of the too full cup and runs and hides its too full self in...
    00flyaway 00flyaway 41-45, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    To the Thawing Wind by Robert Frost Come

    with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snowbank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But whate'er you do tonight, Bathe my window, make it flow, Melt it as the ice will go; Melt the glass and leave...
    TheMaverickWoman TheMaverickWoman 36-40, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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    Manic Panic by Marisa Crawford Live

    fast and dye your hair. That's what I wrote on my Converse in 8th grade. Maybe it was the way the feeling pulled me like a girl pulling a ponytail. Maybe I didn't get the job cause of the polka dots. Maybe I don't care cause of the wave. Today I'm blue. Tomorrow I could be...
    TheMaverickWoman TheMaverickWoman 36-40, F a week 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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    Names by Fady Joudah Thank you

    for dreaming of me for letting me know for waking up to remember that you dreamed I never wake up when I dream of you What woke you up was it someone else's body? A small thrill a little secret is ours a desire for safe travel in unspilled blood ___________________ To...
    TheMaverickWoman TheMaverickWoman 36-40, F 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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    The Circus Animals' Desertion (1st & last

    verse)... WB Yeats I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. Maybe at last, being but a broken man, I must be satisfied with my heart, although Winter and summer till old age began My circus animals were all on show, Those stilted boys...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 days ago

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