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    Sara Teasdale

    The Kiss I hoped that he would love me, And he has kissed my mouth, But I am like a stricken bird That cannot reach the south. For though I know he loves me, To-night my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.
    JennaTalia JennaTalia
    18-21, F
    Jul 10, 2009

    T. E. Ballard

    The Sweet Sound Of Bees Could you love a bee that buzzed, tickled your ear, brought tiny legs up to lips, while amber honey dripped down your breast? And if he followed it there carried it down to the place where you open like flowers, clear petals. If wings grew...
    JennaTalia JennaTalia
    18-21, F
    Jul 10, 2009

    Lewis Carroll

      You Are Old Father William  "You are old, father William," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head -- Do you think, at your age, it is right? "In my youth," father...
    JennaTalia JennaTalia
    18-21, F
    1 Response Jul 10, 2009

    Edgar Allen Poe

    Annabel Lee 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...
    JennaTalia JennaTalia
    18-21, F
    Jul 10, 2009

    Langston Hughes

          Let America be America Again Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the...
    JennaTalia JennaTalia
    18-21, F
    Jul 21, 2009

    Quentin Huff

    Deeper He poured it in her ear, the idea of him on top, slowing time down to enter her, convincing her that everything would stay between them, with his back to the air and her bottom on the mattress, their motions surrounded by the smell of love and fabric softener...
    JennaTalia JennaTalia
    18-21, F
    Jul 10, 2009

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    The Rainy Day Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the moldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and...
    JennaTalia JennaTalia
    18-21, F
    Jul 10, 2009

    Robert Frost

    The Road Not Taken 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...
    JennaTalia JennaTalia
    18-21, F
    1 Response Jul 10, 2009
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