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    The Widow's Lament In Springtime By William Carlos Williams

    Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year. Thirtyfive years I lived with my husband. The plum tree is white today with masses of flowers. Masses of flowers load the cherry branches and...
    cassidy464 cassidy464 18-21 Nov 7, 2011

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    Illusions

    Voices in my head telling me these crazy things. I try not to listen, try not to feel the pain. Life is just invisible, we live a big game. Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win. But it's always the same. Just when I try to forget, Everything keeps flooding back. They say the...
    geo199203 geo199203 18-21, M Mar 31, 2012

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    Christmas - John Betjeman

    In the UK CHRISTMAS is a very important Christian Festival.  In recent years it has become over commercialised and we have to remember that it is ll about the miracle of the INCARNATION when GOD became MAN and was born in a Stable in Bethlehem almost 2000 years ago.  So great...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jun 14, 2011

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    Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy Not a red rose

    or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to be truthful. Not a...
    epalice epalice 16-17, F Nov 29, 2013

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    I Had A Wolf

    I had a wolf I had a wolf/cross that held me heart and soul,I had a wolf mix his grand sire was pure wolf and mother rockweiler and dad husky cross Sherman was a dear pal.No, the human parents of Sherman's mother who was a rockweiler was the sweetest character people natural...
    veelvetclit veelvetclit 36-40, F Nov 18, 2011

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    Rat Song By Margaret Atwood

    When you hear me singing you get the rifle down and the flashlight, aiming for my brain, but you always miss and when you set out the poison I **** on it to warn the others. You think: That one’s too clever, she’s dangerous, because I don’t stick around to be...
    christfukk christfukk 26-30, F 1 Response Mar 11, 2012

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    The Vagabond's House By Don Blanding

    Vagabond's House When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . . I'll suit my fancy in every way. I'll fill it with things that have caught my eye In drifting from Iceland to Molokai. It won't be correct or in period style, But . . . oh, I've thought for a long, long...
    CuriosityKitten CuriosityKitten 31-35, F 22 Responses Nov 17, 2008

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    Talking In Bed - Philip Larkin

    This is one of my favourite poems and although it's quite depressing, I love it for its somewhat disappointing truth: Talking in bed ought to be easiest, Lying together there goes back so far, An emblem of two people being honest. Yet more and more time passes silently...
    ducksocks92 ducksocks92 18-21, F 2 Responses Jun 22, 2010

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    Fire And Ice- Robert Frost

    some say the world will end in fire some say in ice from what ive tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire but if i had to perish twice i think i know enough of hate to know that ice is also great and would suffice
    almostnotquitenormal almostnotquitenormal 18-21, F 1 Response Feb 11, 2012

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    The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe

    I'll include my favorite part of the poem, the poem itself is rather long. Here it is: But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered...
    DilanDaggers DilanDaggers 18-21, F 1 Response Jul 7, 2012

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    I'm Nobody: Emily Dickinson

    I'm Nobody, who are you? Are you, Nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us Don't tell, they'd advertise, you know? How dreary to be Somebody How public, like a frog To sing its name, the livelong June To an admiring bog I love it!!!! :D
    BloodRedShadow BloodRedShadow 18-21 Jul 4, 2012

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    Robert Frost.

    " stopping by the woods on a snowy evening " Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods...
    DiesSomnium DiesSomnium 31-35 1 Response Aug 6, 2012

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    Two

    i really like this one i wrote myself its called The walk. but i also like Poe, and Langston hughes. but its been to long since reading them i cant remember the names. I decide to go for a walk No clouds in sight All is calm and quiet. But, as I take my first coil...
    denivamp denivamp 18-21, F Jan 13, 2012

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    Love.. Kipling ....if

    I love this poem , I know it is considered by some an old standby but the message is so strong I cant help loving it IF-   If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But...
    softkitti softkitti 22-25, F 10 Responses Oct 7, 2009

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    The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood, I 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 claim, Because it was grassy and...
    BBUDS BBUDS 18-21, F 2 Responses Feb 7, 2010

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    The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock :)

    A long but beautifully written poem. Definitely my favourite poem of all time as it captures the incessant need that exists within people to be accepted and to essentially belong. S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma...
    LittleEm LittleEm 18-21, F Aug 6, 2011

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    Life's Clock

    "Clock of Life""The clock of life is wound but once,   and no man has the power to tell,     just when the hands will stop,       at late or early hour. To lose one's wealth is sad, indeed,To lose one's health is more so;To lose one's soul is such a loss that...
    AnonymouslyWritten AnonymouslyWritten 41-45, M 3 Responses Oct 19, 2010

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    A Disillusionment Of Ten O'clock - Wallace Stevens

    The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with blue rings. None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded ceintures. People are not going To dream of baboons and periwinkles. Only, here...
    LittleEm LittleEm 18-21, F Aug 6, 2011

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    Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven - William Butler Yeats

    Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven 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...
    Lila404 Lila404 46-50, F 2 Responses Dec 23, 2012

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    The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner

    by Randall JarrellFrom my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose. **I...
    PrairieDog71 PrairieDog71 41-45, M Jul 31, 2012

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    Still I Rise-mia Angelou

      Still I Rise by Maya Angelou 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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses Nov 21, 2008

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    Nightfall In Soweto - Oswald Mtshali

    Nightfall comes like a dreaded disease seeping through the pores of a healthy body and ravaging it beyong repair.   A murderer's hand lurking in the shadows, clasping the dagger strikes down the helpless victim I am the victim.   I am slaughtered every...
    deleted deleted 26-30 23 Responses Sep 8, 2008

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    Nothing Gold Can Stay

    Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes day to day. Nothing gold can stay - Robert Frost.
    mutilatedalex mutilatedalex 18-21, F Aug 8, 2011

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    To All Beloved Near And Far

    THE BELOVED  by Kahil GibranTell me, O people, tell me!Who among you would not wake from the sleep of lifeif love were to brush your spirit with its fingertips?Who among you would not forsake your father and your motherand your home if the girl whom your heart loved were to call...
    softkitti softkitti 22-25, F 4 Responses Jan 18, 2011

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    Stray Dog, By Charlotte Mish

    Your wistful eyes searched each one as he passed, Stray dog -- so lost, so starved and starkly thin, And yet your gallant hope held to the last That there would come a heart to take you in. Some came who jeered at your bewilderment, Some kicked you, shouted, threw...
    Nyxii Nyxii 22-25, F Jun 4, 2012

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    This One Is One Of My Favorites

    Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before the truth. It is the only road Unto the realms of joy; But he who seeks that blest abode Must all his powers employ. Bright hopes and pure delights Upon his course may...
    morphmastertodd morphmastertodd 22-25, M 2 Responses Dec 20, 2010

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    Warning: When I Am Old I Shall Wear Purple

    When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple with a red had that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when tired and gobble up samples in...
    Illiteratetroll Illiteratetroll 46-50 1 Response Nov 16, 2012

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    Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening, By Robert Frost

    Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year...
    BozoBuckets BozoBuckets 51-55, M 2 Responses Oct 21, 2012

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    Dulce Et Decorum Est

    The above line from a Wilfred Owen (Who?) poem I memorized when I was about 14 years old. It was in a school English literature class, where I was much more interested in girls than poetry, that the teacher set me homework on the poem and I failed even to read it past the first...
    Javaing Javaing 36-40, M Jul 30, 2012

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    There Will Come Soft Rains By Sara Teasdale

    There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire...
    Krypton Krypton 31-35, F 5 Responses Nov 29, 2008

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    Palaces

    I am really only just begining to develop an appreciation of poetry. So I am really expecting to build myself a palace made of favourite poems! :) Just yesterday I completed a book of selected works by William Butler Yeats, and honestly, there were quite a number of poems in the...
    DelaneyB DelaneyB 26-30, F 1 Response Dec 17, 2010

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    Do Not Go Gentle Into The Good Night Dylan Thomas

    Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage 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...
    CaptainJackass CaptainJackass 22-25, M 4 Responses Aug 23, 2010

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    Currently? Invictus Or Annabel Lee

    My favorites change quite often, but there are a few that recur more than others. Annabel Lee was the first poem I ever learned by heart, and Invictus made a huge impact on me.Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may...
    cantyouseemeshaking cantyouseemeshaking 18-21, F Dec 20, 2011

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    Not My Favorite But I Do Like It

    Dreams Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, 'Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been...
    PaperTowns PaperTowns 18-21, F Jul 29, 2011

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    http://vocaroo.com/i/s1v7roV6c0gn loves

    philosophy - heres me reading it
    UnderTheBodhiTree UnderTheBodhiTree 31-35, F Feb 8

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    W. H. Auden's Poem, "Funeral Blues"

    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...
    missfitz missfitz 41-45 1 Response Oct 14, 2008

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    My Favorite

     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 claim...
    hartleybroken hartleybroken 22-25, F 7 Responses Jul 23, 2010

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    Oaxaca 1925 -- My Fave

    Oaxaca 1925 You were a beautiful child With troubled face, green eyelids And black lace stockings We met in a filthy bar You said "My name is Nada I don't want anything from you I will give you nothing" I took you home down alleys Splattered with moonlight and...
    Fiammetta Fiammetta 41-45, F Apr 25, 2009

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    Because You Asked.......

    I found this poem about 8 years ago in a poetry workshop in college.  We had to make our own mini-anthology and this was first on my list.Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetryby Howard NemerovSparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzleThat while you watched...
    SunshineEddy SunshineEddy 31-35, F 4 Responses Jun 17, 2011

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    It's Short & Sweet

    When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When funds are low and debts are high, And you want to smile but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest, if you must, but don't you quit! This poem is called Don't...
    MilweePetite MilweePetite 18-21, F Nov 18, 2012

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    Our Deepest Fear, By Marianne Williamson

    Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You...
    Nyxii Nyxii 22-25, F 1 Response May 3, 2012

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    Jenny Kissed Me

    I knew a Jenny once. For just a brief bright weekend. I happened to be visiting her mother at the same time she returned home to nurse a broken heart. (Her boyfriend had called it all off just two days before)... Jenny was a little older than me. A tall, slender, dark haired...
    SomeRagamuffin SomeRagamuffin 26-30, M 7 Responses Jan 17, 2011

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    The Listeners - Walter De La Mare

      'IS there anybody there?' said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champ'd the grasses Of the forest's ferny floor:  And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller's head: And...
    AWUK AWUK 26-30, F 3 Responses Sep 8, 2008

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    The Dash - Linda Ellis

      I read of a man who stood to speak, at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on this tombstone from beginning...to the end. He noted that first came his date of birth and spoke the following with tears. But he said what mattered most of all, was the dash...
    Boniie Boniie 13-15, F 2 Responses Oct 7, 2009

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    A Love Poem I Have Loved For Many Years

    By ee cummings He has unique punctuation but I love this poem because it evokes feelings and so much more.   Somewhere i have never travelled gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most fragile gesture are things which enclose me, or which i...
    warmsmyheart warmsmyheart 51-55, F 5 Responses Jul 8, 2009

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    Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

    Rime Of The Ancient Mariner a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge   It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests...
    jimmyrudyjump jimmyrudyjump 46-50, M 5 Responses Jan 20, 2011

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    The Waking

    The Waking by Theodore Roethke I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and...
    1Solitaire 1Solitaire 22-25, F Jul 23, 2011

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    Invictus By W.e. 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...
    PaperTowns PaperTowns 18-21, F 7 Responses Mar 16, 2010

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    Funeral Blues By 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 in the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows...
    WideOpen74 WideOpen74 36-40, F 1 Response Apr 11, 2012

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    Rudyard Kipling "If"

    Author: Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal...
    teeny09 teeny09 36-40, F 1 Response Jul 5, 2011

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    Hungary For Love

    This acrostic is dedicated to the lovely country of HUNGARY and all the lovely HUNGARIAN members of EP - Thank You. H U N G A R Y   F O R   L O V E   H  UNGARY  the Jewel of Eastern Europe U  NITED  in AD 1000 under King Stephen N  OW  a key member of NATO (1999) and...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Aug 16, 2011

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