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    Memories Of Love

    As I lay exhausted by the day My eyes are clouded with memories Memories of those days Memories of someone who taught me to love Memories of those kisses & hugs we had The dreams which we had A sweet memory which makes me smile But left me in despair Lone among the wolves Bounded...
    akhilsnath akhilsnath 22-25, M 1 Response Feb 25, 2012

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    She Is A Poem In Pajamas

    she is a poem is pajamas an unfinished Picasso fresh from the shower she is a watercolor painted along the moments of my day in bright vibrant colors running along my thoughts as fluid as the delicate turns of her laugh shes not just a woman shes a universe and a summer day...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 2 Responses May 28, 2013

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    In The Twilight

    When the twilight descends upon us and the earth and creatures nestle down my mind runs rampant with memories of you Your touch Your smell Your smile Your laugh I close my eyes I feel your warm embrace your breath upon my neck The slight tickle of your mustache against my lips I...
    silkpantywoman silkpantywoman 36-40, F May 12, 2011

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    The Day God Called You Home...

    God looked around His garden And found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth And saw your tired face. He put his arms around you And lifted you to rest. God’s garden must be beautiful He always takes the best. He saw the road was getting rough And the hills were...
    wilfridis81 wilfridis81 26-30 Aug 17, 2012

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    Pure, Thick, Silence

    The worst sound, is that of silence. Having to endur the pure, thick, sound of completely nothing... Nothing at all. Any other day, you'd kill for silence, but today... Its suffocating It takes you over, controls you, surrounds you... It pulls you away ,into the the state of...
    ThatGurlDailyy ThatGurlDailyy 18-21, F May 9, 2013

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    How Much?

    How Much? How much love would it take to overcome the hate? How much...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 2 Responses Feb 24, 2008

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    Falling

    I feel like I've been lost to the years Passing me by in a blistering haze Never to be seen again, the years of my life I give unto you, the best of myself But can I accept nothing in return? My face contorts in anger My heart withers in sadness I feel like there is too much at...
    juicedluce juicedluce 22-25 Jul 20, 2010

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    Life Without Her

    Every morning i feel you next to me Cuddling into me Wrapping ourselves into each others arms Rubbing each other nakedness As we lay cascading kisses unto each other in heaven As i open my eyes glistening with joy I find myself lone in the bed Slowly waking out of a dream The...
    akhilsnath akhilsnath 22-25, M Apr 2, 2012

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    Poetry

    Poetry,Love it,Read it,Why not,Write it?Makes sense,Doesn't it?
    startinover1 startinover1 46-50 1 Response May 2, 2012

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    Mysterious Me, Known Me I feel like writing a

    poem, The only poem I've ever written, The only one that would sound like I do, The one that would sound like me, If that's possible, With an act like this one, With words like these, How can I not display my need, To be who I am, In paper, If that's possible, On paper, If it...
    JavierHunting JavierHunting 18-21, M Jun 15

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    A Summer Night Legend...

      Windigo Long, long ago there was a small village in a meadow not far from here. The People of the village were faced with a crisis. Every time a party of hunters left to look for food, they did not return. The People who were left behind to wait feared the worst...
    JackGrey JackGrey 51-55, F 3 Responses Nov 21, 2007

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    I'll Be Patient

    I long for your touch,For your love and attention.I wish you'd be mature,And see the broad picture.No one has time,For your drama and small talk.Baby, I'm waiting for you,To come around.And baby, make it worth the wait.
    LaReveuse LaReveuse 16-17 May 18, 2012

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    Who Are You

    Who are you? What's you're name? Why do you care whether we prostrate ourselves before fancy cloth and shiny brass and pictures of people who might have existed...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 1 Response Feb 24, 2008

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    First In A Long Time

    and it just came running out of my fingers... My Path   I see it so clearly like a bystander, a perfect witness no attachment to the scene no subjective slant to the details   When I look behind me I see all of the events and lessons learned that have handed...
    JackGrey JackGrey 51-55, F 2 Responses Nov 30, 2009

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    Alone

    I reach out but no one is there , I cry but no one hears , I ask why but no one listens ,   there is an emptiness inside me like a deep and endless void , I stand upon its edge about to fall , I long to embrace it , to let myself go.
    leonardmaltomeal leonardmaltomeal 51-55, M Oct 6, 2011

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    Cross Roads

    Cross Roads There is a moment called “cross roads” Where cross winds dazzle the mind with indecision. Wildly the compass flutters At that precise moment, known as “cross roads” Time intercedes in defense of the soul. It whispers profoundly but once: Listen intently...
    skysand skysand 70+ Mar 30, 2013

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    The Lonely Poet..

    Without soft bed to sleep.. Without sweet dreams.. Without drop of water.. Without bit of grains.. From cradle to the coffin.. From tears to the smiles.. He wrote..wrote and wrote.. Evrythings for all around him.. No awards..no stars or colours.. At the end.. Poet's heart was...
    Sharasithu Sharasithu 22-25, F Sep 2, 2011

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    Letting Go

    A broken smilea lifeless face,her distant eyesaren't out of place.Her arms are thinher breath is weakshe doesn't move,she doesnt speak.She looks so smalljust waiting by,I grip her handbut no reply.I feel her breathfading away,she doesn't blink...she doesn't stay.A single...
    Life2Me Life2Me 18-21, F Jan 25, 2012

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    Save Me From My Light

    I'm standing here alone, Enveloped within the darkness. This is what I want. Silence. Peace. Darkness. The light kills my soul, Creating holes, Places of emptiness. I see your face hidden in the dark, Is it real? My mind is playing tricks again. You can't be there, You're gone...
    xxitwaswritteninblood xxitwaswritteninblood 13-15, F Sep 19, 2010

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    Alzheimer's - Gratefulness Hidden Within the Sorrow

    A Son's Thanksgiving By Donald M. Schwartz, Nov. 22, 2007 My mother has advanced Alzheimer's But there is thanksgiving and gratefulness, Hidden within the sorrow. I ink my thoughts, On this 2007 day of thanks, For the strength of my Mother's true spirit is rolling, it...
    YpsiDonald YpsiDonald 51-55, M 2 Responses Aug 7, 2008

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    Cry Not For Diana- Cry For Her Son's

    CRY NOT FOR DIANA-CRY FOR HER SONS Cry not for Diana For she needs no tears She is all about us And will be for years Cry not for Diana England’s lost rose For she lives on forever In all verse and prose   Cry not for Diana Only for her boys Whom she...
    everton13 everton13 46-50, F 5 Responses May 26, 2011

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    Flight

    Flight Like the fluttering wings of the humming bird Life touched my lips and opened my eyes And made me realize I need not rise above the clouds To appreciate the beauty all around.
    skysand skysand 70+ Apr 12, 2013

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    Waiting In The Wind

    rain falls against the window pane my heart is full of longing where is he I look but only in vane i keeping hoping for him to be with me so far away yet so near why does it have to be this way i hear a whisper in my ear its the wind making me think he is here I feel as tho i...
    silkpantywoman silkpantywoman 36-40, F May 11, 2011

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    Mon Chose Du Rayoner

    You are my shiny thing my glimmering pretty half hid among the litter my secret treasure that I hold up to the light awestruck smiling then I hold you close to my breast grateful that you are mine and then I let you go
    JackGrey JackGrey 51-55, F 2 Responses Nov 6, 2007

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    Poem Written Mar. 31

    Creative Fables So many stories about creation Each author along with accomplices Perpetuates an irrevocable mythology Bonded in mystery accepted blindly. From whence do the fables come forth? From a dark corner in the universe? From an enveloping power everywhere? No, they...
    skysand skysand 70+ Mar 31, 2013

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    Loves Eternal Vow

    Loves Eternal vow to me is sown . It's mystery to remain forever unknown , Upon it's wings I am bourne , And carried through the weathered storm.
    leonardmaltomeal leonardmaltomeal 51-55, M Oct 3, 2011

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    Movies

    Chicken Little is What i LovedHe said that the sky was falling above.Hello Kitty so cute and furryMakes me want to smile then hurryThe Ring i despise with all my might made my eyes close really tightAs I grew up, and as I grew oldermy taste in movies really flipped overBlood and...
    UrCuteMonster UrCuteMonster 16-17 May 23, 2012

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    A Short One...

    I walk and sometimes run on the thin edge of my life’s blade It is probably only a matter of time before I slip And the wind tugs gently at the wispy remains of my entrails.  
    JackGrey JackGrey 51-55, F 1 Response May 18, 2008

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    If I Could

    If I could find a heartless blade to sever the last gossamer threads of a promise I can't keep, I would walk on  my crumbling knees on fresh, hot pavement to find you I would squeeze the breath from your chest with grateful arms and quench your brow with my unabashed...
    JackGrey JackGrey 51-55, F 4 Responses Nov 1, 2007

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    What Does He Want With Me...

    His voice, his smile, his eyes, his laugh, his everything. he was everything I've ever wanted, that's exactly why I can't have him. What does a guy like that want with a girl like me? He can do so much better and everyone knows it. But, he keeps coming back He says he loves me...
    ThatGurlDailyy ThatGurlDailyy 18-21, F Apr 11, 2013

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    Was Thinking Too Hard That Day

    This came from hearing about an accident, and thinking about our precarious hold on life. I began to wonder what might be going through a mind in those last moments of consciousness... I've always been an ambitious sort; from the moment I was old enough to think about...
    JackGrey JackGrey 51-55, F 3 Responses Oct 24, 2007

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    Poems For You..

    Every second.. When i feel you.. I wrote poems.. Only for you.. I decorated them with my tears.. Though you are far away.. Leave me..insult me.. But donot do it to my poems... That it is my life too.. No doubt,as you..
    Sharasithu Sharasithu 22-25, F 1 Response Sep 2, 2011

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    Praise Him,,

    I was lost, and now i'm found, you were there, when i turned around, you  reached for me , i touch your hand, you touched my heart they way no one can, you felt my pain, and all my sorrow you gave me hope for tomorrow you are my father, now i know its true, lord my god, i love...
    streets718 streets718 56-60, F 2 Responses May 25, 2013

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    There's A Place That I Go

    There's a place that I go that no one will know how or where to find me There's a place that I go where answers do not exist and questions are the only form of communication There's a place that I go where music is your life and greed is your death There's a place that...
    learn2livelife learn2livelife 16-17 Apr 21, 2012

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    A Fictional Charectors' View

      There are some quotes from a fictional charector, not of my creation , that I've come to find applicable in my world. " It's ok to write poetry, as long as you wash your hands." "People who write poetry, probably have other nasty habits." Poetry, for...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 13 Responses Apr 21, 2007

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    A Life Of Living With Parent That Drank All There Life

    but i doint blame them for my probs some people might saqy they had some thing to do with it but no i got into drugs from about 24 nthen went on a methadron program and i just relapst there i was offf every thing i had stoped smoking aswell my wee lass well shes 13teeen now but...
    vinieviny vinieviny 36-40, M Jun 29, 2012

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    Where Did You Go?

    "He touched my wrist. Lightly, and with just one finger, but I shivered. It wasn't that his hand was especially cold. I think it was the subtlety. If I hadn't been looking, I wouldn't have even noticed what he'd done. He took my pulse, I thought. Stole it." Mr Fox by Helen...
    UtopianOutlook UtopianOutlook 26-30, F Jun 11, 2012

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    Bully

    Crowds of people gathered around laughter and ignorance and many other sounds whispering and smiles surround you now hated by many helped by few is this what there mothers there fathers did to them to? made them weak made them single you out in a crowd you...
    IOpenedMyEyeSs IOpenedMyEyeSs 18-21, F 1 Response Jan 9, 2012

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    The Way I Loved You. <3

    Bloods rushing through my veins, I can't seem to explain, That's the way I loved you. You were my heart, You were my soul, That's the way I loved you. Your smile used to make me take everything back, And together we would laugh and laugh, That's the way I loved you. I can't...
    girlie88 girlie88 13-15 1 Response Dec 19, 2011

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    Lifes Turmoil

    Winds howling,blowing Rains pelting, driving Thunders crashing, booming Lighting striking,clashing The Earth is heaving The oceans raging Volcanoes erupting Trees bending SILENCE The storm has passed lives are altered never to be the same again friendships gone hearts broken HOPE...
    silkpantywoman silkpantywoman 36-40, F May 13, 2011

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    Flowers In The Garden

    Flowers growing in the garden We Plant them We watch them poke through the soil We nurture them We water and feed them They bloom into beautiful blossoms Some are lovely Some are not Some stay for awhile While others are picked and go their way We are sad to see them go We took...
    silkpantywoman silkpantywoman 36-40, F May 19, 2011

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    Who Am I?

    I am the Water that flows ever never stopping or reversing always running, running somewhere searching for a different path   I am the West Wind that blows ever never resting or at ease always rushing, rushing onward chanting through the dancing trees   I am...
    JackGrey JackGrey 51-55, F 1 Response Oct 31, 2007

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    A Ghost In My Own House

    I'm not really here I hang around doing some of the things I should but not all Certainly not like Ms. Chatelaine A tidy home is a happy home and this place stinks most of the time Apathy is a by-product of indifference is a by-product of hopelessnes is the result of...
    JackGrey JackGrey 51-55, F 3 Responses Oct 25, 2007

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    Darkness

    as the day draws to an end my nightmare begins my hare on my arm start to stand up straight nerves take over my hole body i break out in sweats going to the toilet every 5 to 10 min am afraid to close my eyes or lay in my bed trying to find reason to stay awake am child you know...
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    Dying Love

    where is the wind that sways the trees to a carnal lullaby whisp'ring your name on flaming leaves falling, so beautiful to die why does the summer end so soon giving in to a reproachful autumn replaced by a merciless winter must I shed this bitter lonely tear for a...
    JackGrey JackGrey 51-55, F 1 Response Sep 28, 2008

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    Desire

    Mmmm... I love your smoothness the way you taste in my mouth lingering sweetness releasing some kind of chemical in my body that makes me want more of you I covet you crave you can't imagine life without you would die if I couldn't have you my love my chocolat  ...
    JackGrey JackGrey 51-55, F 7 Responses Nov 1, 2007

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    Life

    Life is always differentSome days are full of pain,but you cannot have a rainbowwithout a little rain.We need a little darknessto see a shining star,We need the bad as well as goodTo find out who we are
    Life2Me Life2Me 18-21, F 1 Response Jan 24, 2012

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    Delusions Of The Mind.......

    Your mind is like a spoiled rich kid! You have raised it to think whatever it wants, whenever it wants to, for however long, without any regard for consequences or gratitude. Now that your mind is grown, it never listens to you! Sometimes you really want to focus on something but...
    roots2life roots2life 46-50, M 6 Responses Mar 27, 2012

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    My Life...

    I stay and think I write what i feel.. Writings are my life.. Poems are my blood.. I wish..i wish.. May my poem give a soft kiss to thousands of cryng hearts...
    Sharasithu Sharasithu 22-25, F Sep 2, 2011

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    Untitled

    i feel too close to you too close to myself too close to losing the battle life just seems so far away i don't want to feel anymore i don't want anything what is the point if i'm not happy then why try life is slipping from reality i'm just living day to day trying to get through...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Oct 9, 2010

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    Silence

    The Silence of Your Laughter The saddest sound in my universe Is the silence of your laughter; That once rolled like thunder That touched the valleys of my heart. Your deep, clear laughter Quivered through my body, Massaged my weary soul, You...
    skysand skysand 70+ Apr 6, 2013

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    My Lady

    My Lady Florestela The treasures of life are poverty, My love for you possesses eternal value. Even ageless time runs its course, My love for you is infinite. So, my lady, I love you for your healing touch You lift the children and me, when we are feeling lowly. My love for...
    skysand skysand 70+ Apr 1, 2013

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    Ethnic Cleansing

    All they wanted Were divisions and separate states Instead they were given Atrocities, Murders and Rapes The world stood back in silence Whilst these war crimes were carried out Had it no conscious Or was it being polite They called it Ethnic Cleansing What a sad and complex...
    everton13 everton13 46-50, F 3 Responses Jun 22, 2010

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