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    2 Poems To Think About When Is The Time To Show Caring About Others

    With A Rose In My Hand By Stephanie Riley, age 13 On the occasion of her paternal grandmother's death Today is the day I say good-bye with a rose in my hand and a tear in my eye, I look back when I held you near, when I felt your body next to mine I had no fear but now as I look...
    bobpippin bobpippin 70+, M May 27, 2013

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    "Bright Star" By John Keats Bright star,

    would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Aug 21

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    Roll The Dice" by Charles Bukowski if you’re

    going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. it could mean freezing on a park bench. it could mean jail, it could mean derision, it could...
    Anconia Anconia 26-30, M 1 Response Jul 20

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    One fine day in the middle of the night,

    Two nice men got up to fight, Back to back they faced each other, Drew their swords and shot each other. Contradiction. :)
    hellerpeople hellerpeople 16-17, F 1 Response Sep 9

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    "Eye halve a spelling chequer" I have a

    spelling checker. It came with my pea sea. It plane lee marks four my revue Miss steaks aye can knot sea. Eye ran this poem threw it, Your sure reel glad two no. Its vary polished in it's weigh. My checker tolled me sew. A checker is a bless sing, It freeze yew lodes of thyme...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 1 Response Nov 11

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    "Test Winds" - a Poem About Life's Tests

    Lately, I've been feeling depressed because life hasn't given me what I've hoped to receive. I've been depressed because I did what I could to prevent where I am now but it didn't seem to work out as I'd planned. I blogged about what I felt and a friend wrote this for me and...
    Dimples87 Dimples87 22-25, F 5 Responses May 10, 2008

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    To The Unsung Heroes

    To you whom history would never honour To you whom the statistics never mention To you whom no song would ever be sung To you whom the books have all shun To you who work and toil under the radar To you who have loved and cared To you who have been many girls dream To you who...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Jun 15, 2013

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    With Every Good-bye...

    With every Good-bye 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 does not mean security And you begin to learn that kisses aren.t contracts, And presents aren.t promises...
    mikka66 mikka66 46-50, M 5 Responses Sep 23, 2009

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    To My Love one

    As the morning is greeted by the dew..... so too or love we renew... each day i love you more and more.... .this love for you my soul doth pour.... you are my heart,my soul and my everything .... .this love is true,this is not a fling..... this love is a fountain from deep within...
    bunga87 bunga87 26-30, F Jan 15, 2012

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    Where had I heard this wind before Change like

    this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing there for, Holding open a restive door, Looking down hill to a frothy shore? Summer was past and the day was past. Sombre clouds in the west were massed. Out on the porch's sagging floor, Leaves got up in a coil and hissed...
    AdamV13 AdamV13 70+, M Oct 12

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    THE MAN FROM IRONBARK by A.

    B. "Banjo" PatersonIt was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop."'Ere! shave my beard and...
    Amago Amago 13-15, M Nov 15

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    "Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" by

    William Butler Yeats 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...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 1 Response Aug 21

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    Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise

    and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive...
    Literaturegirl Literaturegirl 46-50, F 4 Responses May 13

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    This One Is Great Fun to Read Aloud

    This is by Neil Gaiman.   The Faery Reel If I was young, as once I was, and death and dreams more distant, I would tear my soul in two, and leave half in the world of men So half of me would stay at home, and long for faery invain While all the while my soul would roam...
    ellidahl ellidahl 26-30, F 3 Responses Jul 15, 2008

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    Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill Which

    severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still, Then it will be good night. How can I call the lone night good, Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight? Be it not said, thought, understood -- Then it will be -- good night. To hearts which near each other move From...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 2 Responses Jun 27

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    The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his

    furry coat and his gauzy wing. Now in a lily-cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering; Sit closer love: it was here I trow I made that vow, Swore that two lives should be like one As long as the sea-gull loved...
    AdamV13 AdamV13 70+, M Oct 13

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    "You Say You Love" by John Keats (31 October

    1795 – 23 February 1821) I You say you love ; but with a voice Chaster than a nun's, who singeth The soft Vespers to herself While the chime-bell ringeth- O love me truly! II You say you love; but with a smile Cold as sunrise in September, As you were Saint Cupid 's nun...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 2 Responses Aug 21

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    "The Road Not Taken" Robert Frost (March 26,

    1874 – January 29, 1963) 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, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 3 Responses Aug 21

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    "No Man Is An Island" by John Donne (24

    January 1572 - 31 March 1631) No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thy friend's Or of thine own were...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Aug 21

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    Primary School Poem Memories

    THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894) When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And all my toys beside me lay, To keep me happy all the day. And sometimes for an hour or so I watched my leaden soldiers go, With different uniforms...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 4 Responses Feb 11, 2013

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    You are to blame (Paruyr Sevak an Armenian

    writer) You are to blame that I'm lonely that I'm always wandering alone and sadly You are to blame that in this big world Nobody's love touches my heart You are to blame that with tears in my eyes Day and night Awake and asleep I'm praying for God to give me another love like...
    azanun azanun 18-21, F 2 Responses Apr 11

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    Petals Of Twilight .

    ..And it is told that he made his way through their streets at night, crawling through their many windows and crouching in their gardens, moving through the sewers beneath their cobbled roads and slipping over their railings. Watched by their cats and the roosting pigeons of...
    Searchwithin Searchwithin 36-40, M 1 Response Nov 9

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    "RETRIBUTION" by Henry Wadsworth

    Longfellow Though the mills of God grind slowly; Yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, With exactness grinds he all.
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Oct 9

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    "Bright Star" By John Keats Bright star,

    would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Aug 21

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    W. H. Auden Stop all the clocks,

    cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white...
    Literaturegirl Literaturegirl 46-50, F 10 Responses Jun 21

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    One of Many Favorites

    When I am dying, let me know That I loved the blowing snow Although it stung like whips; That I loved all lovely things And I tried to take their stings With gay unembittered lips; That I loved with all my strength, To my soul's full depth and length, Careless if my heart...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Jul 1, 2008

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    "When You Are Old" By William Butler

    Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Aug 21

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    1. **** you. 2. If you want to question my

    masculinity, like a schoolyard circle of curses, like a swordfight with lightsaber erections, save your breath. Because contrary to what you may believe, not every problem can be solved by “growing a pair.” You can’t arm-wrestle your way out of chemical depression. The CEO...
    SylenaEverlasting SylenaEverlasting 18-21, F 2 Responses Jul 31

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    Comes the Dawn

    Comes the Dawn After awhile 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 mean security. And you begin to understand that kisses aren't contracts And presents aren't promises...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Oct 4, 2009

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    A very dear friend of mine sent this to me in

    an hour when I needed it most. It was very much appreciated and I will always cherish it. An excerpt from Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem, "Dejection: An Ode". 'Tis midnight, but small thoughts have I of sleep: Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep! Visit her, gentle...
    Newdaydawning Newdaydawning 36-40, F Jul 10

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    The Jumblies By Edward Lear

    For some reason Inkubus's Blue people story and Puff's Snuggy story has made me all nostalgic.  This is a poem my kids use to get me to read and read again and again....   They went to sea in a Sieve, they did, In a Sieve they went to sea: In spite of all their...
    wildernessgirl wildernessgirl 36-40 4 Responses Nov 22, 2009

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    The freshman girl, all shy

    and quiet sits and watches the sophmore guy. The sophmore guy with his head in a whirl, watches the Junior girl. The Junior girl,in her red Sedan, drives and watches the senoir man. The Senoir man, all hot and wild, secretly loves the freshman child<3
    SilentShadows SilentShadows 16-17, F 2 Responses Oct 26

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    Invictus BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY Out of the

    night that covers me,       Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be       For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance       I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance       My...
    Contentio Contentio 18-21, M 2 Responses Nov 16

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    This Is Dedicated To You...

    ...to anyone who reads it today. It is an Indian poem.   This day is a special day, It is yours. Yesterday slipped away It cannot be filled with more meaning. About tomorrow nothing is known. but this day, today is yours, Make use of it. Today you can make someone...
    deleted deleted 26-30 11 Responses Oct 25, 2009

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    I SALUTED a nobody. I saw him in a

    looking-glass. He smiled -- so did I. He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning -- so did I. Everything I did he did. I said, "Hello, I know you." I was a liar to say so. Ah, this looking-glass man! Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor, Solider, dusty drinker of dust-- Ah! he...
    SylenaEverlasting SylenaEverlasting 18-21, F Jun 19

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    "The Owl and the *****-Cat" By Edward

    Lear I The Owl and the *****-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely *****! O *****, my love, What a...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Oct 14

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    Dream a Little Dream

      Close your eyes my little one Close your eyes and dream You can be anyone, Anyone you dream You can go anywhere, do anything, meet anyone Just close your eyes and dream your dreams Let your imagination take control Take you on adventures never told Just close...
    Livinginpeace Livinginpeace 41-45, F 2 Responses Jun 16, 2008

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    “Why English is so Hard” Poem" We’ll

    begin with a box, and the plural is boxes, But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 2 Responses Nov 11

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    There was once a cooked man,

    who walked a crooked mile.He found a crooked sixpence,upon a crooked stile.He bought a crooked cat,who caught a crooked mouse,and they all lived together,in a little crooked house...But the Crooked Man was sad...and once he had a thought.Why should he be crooked,when others; they...
    DemonicHollow DemonicHollow 13-15, F 1 Response Sep 2

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    "A Song: Lying is an Occupation" By Laetitia

    Pilkington Lying is an occupation, Used by all who mean to rise; Politicians owe their station, But to well concerted lies. These to lovers give assistance, To ensnare the fair-one's heart; And the virgin's best resistance Yields to this commanding art...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Aug 21

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    "My Heart Leaps Up" by William Wordsworth (7

    April 1770 – 23 April 1850) My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 1 Response Aug 21

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    "I Carry Your Heart With Me."

    I love ee cummings and his words and weird punctuation touch me to the core. I think my favorite poem by this magnificent man is "I Carry Your Heart With Me."i carry your heart with me i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere...
    fungirlmmm fungirlmmm 41-45, F 6 Responses Jul 1, 2008

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    "Dear Ancestor" by Walter Butler Palmer Your

    tombstone stands among the rest; Neglected and alone. The name and date are chiseled out On polished, marbled stone. It reaches out to all who care It is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist You died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you In flesh, in...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Oct 1

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    Reflected in the eye of a dragonfly in a lunar

    pool we will sail away on oceans and in a haze of chenillens and juniper spines from the great valley of humming gongs, on ships that sail away forever In unexplained light reflected from the spine of a metallic viper, I'll seal your radiant kiss, my lover Strange rooms...
    Searchwithin Searchwithin 36-40, M 1 Response Nov 12

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    I read this once before

    and it never left me. Sometimes things, whether it's a poem, a lyric, a painting, a piece of music, just speak to you like that. This is one of those things. Will you be my friend? There are so many reasons why you never should: I'm sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely...
    AdamV13 AdamV13 70+, M Nov 6

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    SONNET 116 William Shakespeare Let me not to

    the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown...
    Literaturegirl Literaturegirl 46-50, F 3 Responses Aug 6

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    Shakespeare

    O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.   What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth...
    deleted deleted 26-30 4 Responses Mar 21, 2009

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    A Simple Life Lost; Simple Words Remembered

    This has been one of my favorites since I first read the fourth stanza, which was published by itself at the bottom of a page as a Point to Ponder in the Reader’s Digest.  It took me years to track down the entire poem, published many years earlier than that.  I am...
    RassaFrassa RassaFrassa 70+ 1 Response Jun 3, 2011

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    "Dirty Jim" By Jane Taylor THERE was one

    little Jim, 'Tis reported of him, And must be to his lasting disgrace, That he never was seen With hands at all clean, Nor yet ever clean was his face. . . . His friends were much hurt To see so much dirt, And often they made him quite clean; But all was in vain, He...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Aug 25

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    When My Daughter Died

    When my 47 year old daughter died two years ago, a friend sent me this poem, it was a great comfort to me and I thought I would share it. If tomorrow starts without me, And I'm not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me; I wish...
    mahler mahler 70+, F 82 Responses May 10, 2008

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    The Night Has a Thousand Eyes

    The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun   The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one ; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.   ~ Francis William Bourdillon  
    Orangetas Orangetas 51-55, F 4 Responses Jul 23, 2008

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