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    THE TIGER by William Blake

    (1757–1827) TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies 5 Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 1 Response Mar 25, 2015

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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 head is bloody, but unbowed...
    Hellomyoldheart Hellomyoldheart 36-40, F 1 Response Jul 22, 2015

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    IloveAllah90 IloveAllah90 22-25, F 4 Responses Jun 21, 2014

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    A thing of beauty is joy forever.

    -Endymion John Keats.
    whitesunshine87 whitesunshine87 51-55, F Nov 4, 2015

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    Alaska127 Alaska127 13-15, F 2 Responses Nov 11, 2015

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    [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] BY

    E. E. CUMMINGS 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 done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want...
    JoeMarvel JoeMarvel 22-25, M May 29, 2015

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    BABY GRACE philosophy: have a baby

    if you've ever wondered what your soul looks like. have a baby if you dare to feel the winds of heaven each time you feel their breath across your cheek. have a baby if you have it all, and its still not enough. have a baby if you have found your purpose but your...
    glams123 glams123 31-35, F 2 Responses Jan 2

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    Maya Angelou 1928 - 2014 "Still I Rise" You

    may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and...
    Bradley8061 Bradley8061 22-25, M Apr 17, 2015

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    How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) Elizabeth

    Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Jun 7, 2015

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    How calmly does the olive branch Observe the

    sky begin to blanch Without a cry, without a prayer With no betrayal of despair Some time while light obscures the tree The zenith of its life will be Gone past forever And from thence A second history will commence A chronicle no longer gold A bargaining...
    quantumike quantumike 51-55, M Nov 26, 2015

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    SONNET 18 by William Shakespeare Shall I

    compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 1 Response Apr 9, 2015

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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 1 Response Nov 15, 2014

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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 1 Response Aug 21, 2014

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    It's kind of long but I love it

    so much. The Widow - Peter Skrzynecki Hardly a day passes That she doesn't work In her garden - pruning and weeding On bended knees, Watching the dance of bees In clumps of lantana Overgrowing her paths. She pauses longest Among the roses - fingering petals and buds As if they...
    ObviouslyNotHuman ObviouslyNotHuman 16-17, F Nov 29, 2015

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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 the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive...
    Cinnamongrl Cinnamongrl 46-50, F 3 Responses Oct 24, 2015

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    HOW DO I LOVE THEE? (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth

    Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 1 Response Apr 10, 2015

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    Baby , I want to tell you that

    when I see you my day turns a bright blue. it's like nothing else matters to me, except you , you are all I want to see. you're the best thing that's happened to me. I just need you to see. I want to be able to shown you my feelings a little more. but the way I show them...
    geega96 geega96 18-21, F 1 Response Nov 4, 2015

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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 66-70, F 85 Responses May 10, 2008

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    LONDON By William Blake I wander thro' each

    charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Apr 10, 2015

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    "Antigonish" by William Hughes

    Mearns Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, I wish, I wish he'd go away... When I came home last night at three, The man was waiting there for me But when I looked around the hall, I couldn't see him there at all! Go away, go...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F Nov 4, 2015

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    Immortal spirit of antiquity,

    Father of the true, beautiful and good, Descend, appear, shed over us thy light Upon this ground and under this sky Which has first witnessed the unperishable fame. Give life and animation to those noble games! Throw wreaths of fade less flowers to the victors In the race and in...
    Eloutti Eloutti 31-35, M Dec 17, 2015

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    The time you won your town the race We chaired

    you through the market place. Man and boy stood cheering by And home we brought you shoulder high. Today, the road all runners come Shoulder high we bring you home And set you at your threshold down. Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip be times away From fields...
    showstar showstar 66-70, M 1 Response Jul 11, 2015

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    Caged Bird The free bird leaps on the back of

    the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to...
    SoulSoSweet SoulSoSweet 26-30, F Nov 4, 2015

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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 18-21, F 1 Response Sep 9, 2014

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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 1 Response Nov 11, 2014

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    LoquaciouslyLucid LoquaciouslyLucid 16-17, M 1 Response Nov 4, 2015

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    If it be your will That I speak no more And

    my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more I shall abide until I am spoken for If it be your will If it be your will That a voice be true From this broken hill I will sing to you From this broken hill All your praises they shall ring If it be your will...
    bigsteve1966 bigsteve1966 46-50, M Mar 28, 2015

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    Tell all the truth but tell it slant

    —Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth's superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind —by Emily Dickinson
    southerncaviar southerncaviar 56-60, F 1 Response Jun 17, 2015

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    As I was sitting in my chair,

    I knew the bottom wasn't there, Nor legs nor back, but I just sat, Ignoring little things like that. ~ William Hughes Mearns
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 1 Response Nov 4, 2015

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    I love this poem so much

    and I want to be someone's "The One". Well, actually no, not really. I wanna be he's "The One" cause he is my "The One". He's the one I didn't see coming. The one who gets under my skin. Who makes me unsteady. Who makes me question everything I have ever believed in :)...the...
    oyen oyen 22-25, F 4 days ago

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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 the heart is cut

    or cracked or broken do not clutch it let the wound lie open let the wind from the good old sea blow it to bathe the wound with salt and let it sting let a stray dog lick it let a bird lean in the hole and sing a simple song like a tiny bell and let it ring ---leunig
    deleted deleted 26-30 Sep 13, 2015

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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 16-17, F Jun 19, 2014

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    Well I choose the room

    that I live in with care The windows are small and the walls are bare There is only one bed there is only one prayer Still I wait every night for your step on the stair . L.cohen
    bigsteve1966 bigsteve1966 46-50, M 1 Response Feb 6, 2015

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    I wrote it earlier today,

    because in my 6th period everyday there's a warm up on the white board that usually asks us questions pertaining to our lifes, but today's warm up was slightly different. It just wanted us to write a poem about a fence or the wind so here's what I wrote. "There's something in...
    SymphonyChild SymphonyChild 13-15, F Nov 5, 2015

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    empath67 empath67 46-50, F 1 Response Nov 5, 2015

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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 Nov 11, 2014

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    “If no one ever marries me” BY LAURENCE

    ALMA-TADEMA (1864–1940) If no one ever marries me,— And I don't see why they should, For nurse says I'm not pretty, And I'm seldom very good— If no one ever marries me I shan't mind very much; I shall buy a squirrel in a cage, And a little rabbit-hutch: I shall have a...
    chocomint chocomint 51-55, F 1 Response Jun 28, 2015

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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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    Dizz97 Dizz97 18-21, M Nov 4, 2015

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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, 2014

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    I've shared this poem

    before under a different group...but I want to share it again...because I love this poem so much....It touches me to the core... Part of me My heart you did steal Emotions I'm starting to feel Walls you broke through Feeling alive and new Forgetting about the hurt Wide awake...
    empath67 empath67 46-50, F 2 Responses Jan 25

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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 18-21, F 2 Responses Jun 27, 2014

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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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    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...
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