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by brebre on April 2nd, 2007

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Does anybody know any amazing poems they would like to share?

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  • by Tel UK- Licensed to fish! on August 29th, 2008

    Tel UK- Licensed to fish!

    Razors pain you;
    Rivers are damp;
    Acids stain you;
    And drugs cause cramp.
    Guns aren't lawful;
    Nooses give;
    Gas smells awful;
    You might as well live.
    (Dorothy Parker 1897-1967)

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  • by Lemonyellow Di Vintage on August 16th, 2007

    Lemonyellow Di Vintage

    yes, no, no, yes

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  • by Anonymous on August 16th, 2007

    Anonymous

    I do, but I write poems for specific people and songs. Those poems are meant to be for those people only, and those they wish to share it with. I'd need their permission to post anything.

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  • by Sheriff Raff -Answerhag on August 16th, 2007

    Sheriff Raff -Answerhag

    i am lucky i can write my name

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  • by Corgingus on May 15th, 2009

    Corgingus

    Tic Toc Tic


    Life is wonderful, but oh, so short
    > Like a snapshot from the heart
    > So tell them now while all are here
    > Your friends, your family you love so dear
    > Be generous and helpful for those in need
    > I reap with joy for sowing the seed
    > I'm so filled with love, I feel obsessed
    > But the stroke of the clock comes less and less
    > Now my eyes flicker, my mind at full rest
    > Sweet voices I hear, you have passed the test
    By Corgingus

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  • by the Otter on August 29th, 2008

    the Otter

    *The Rime of the Ancient Mariner*, though it’s *way* too long to post here.

    http://etext.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Rime_Ancient_Mariner.html

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  • by Firebrand on May 15th, 2009

    Firebrand

    And you, who with your soft but searching voice
    drew me out of the sleep where I was lost,
    who held me near your heart that I might rest
    confiding in the darkness of your choice:
    possessed by you I chose to have no choice,
    fulfilled in you I sought no further quest.
    You keep me, now, in dread that quenches trust,
    in desolation where my sins rejoice.
    As I am passionate so you with pain
    turn my desire; as you seem passionless
    so I recoil from all that I would gain,
    wounding myself upon forgetfulness,
    false ecstasies, which you in truth sustain
    as you sustain each item of your cross.

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  • by Tondoteottotote on October 9th, 2009

    Tondoteottotote

    "Soulstonehead" - by ENG

    - Went down to Tristram; slashed and bashed!
    - He killed all demons; made big cash!
    - Then saw and killed Archbishop Laz!
    - Slew Diablo, freed Albrect, he has!
    - Stuck it up there! Soulstonehead!

    - Drank a lot of potions for health!
    - He leveled up to learn some spells!
    - He fought the monsters well until
    - He saw Diablo and cast still!
    - Stuck it up there! Soulstonehead!

    - Should've been warned about the stone!
    - Red soulstone should've smashed at home!
    - The Hellforge really where it's at
    - But that stone's now his brain's welcome mat!
    - Stuck it up there! Soulstonehead!

    - Now he goes off dark wanderin',
    - Salvation's what he's ponderin',
    - But Diablo has overtook
    - His body. Now his soul is cooked!
    - Stuck it up there! Soulstonehead!

    - Stuck it up there! Stuck it up there!
    - Stuck it up there! Stuck it up there!...

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  • by Waiting Patiently on June 10th, 2008

    Waiting Patiently

    I know. I think.


    I desperately want to be happy.

    I love her with every fiber in my soul.

    I want our family to be together, happy, prosperous.

    I will spend my days and nights protecting, nurturing, and loving them all.




    I think the cosmic powers that be seem to be upset with me.

    I am being paid back for the bad person I have seemed to be.

    I wasn't a very good husband, father and friend in the past years.

    For every wrong I have previously committed I am paying back ten heart aches.




    I know I believe that I can overcome all this.

    I can find and hold onto my happiness.

    My love for our new family can find a way to not only survive but grow.

    My strength, her strength, and our love will find a way through this darkness and find our light.




    I know we will love.

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  • by Athrael on October 8th, 2009

    Athrael

    This post did not belong here. Sorry.

    Edit - again. Addition.

    I like limericks.

    There once was a man from Nantucket.....

    No I won't go there, instead.

    Listless moments spent in flight,
    lost forever, a fool's delight.
    Thoughtful moments spent in prayer,
    Kept forever in Heaven's care.

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  • by Anonymous on May 15th, 2009

    Anonymous

    I got the Maserati dancing on the bridge trunk poppin.

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  • by eric on June 10th, 2008

    eric

    There once was a man from Nantucket......Nevermind!

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  • by Ender is back.. And slightly confused. on August 16th, 2007

    Ender is back.. And slightly confused.

    Sure..
    These are actually song lyrics I wrote for a song I'm working on called "Remember?"

    "I remember late October,
    We were both fifteen,
    Young lovers exchanging glances,
    We both fell instantly.

    I remember early December,
    Your kiss, it kept me warm.
    All wrapped in our winter clothes,
    My arms kept you from harm.

    I remember mid-September,
    Long sleeves, and magazines.
    I remember watching you drive,
    Down the coast, away from me.

    I remember the first of April,
    We had just turned eighteen.
    I remember our final goodbyes,
    As we both hung up the phone."

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  • by Tom on April 2nd, 2007

    Tom

    At the stoplight waiting for the light
    nine a.m. downtown San Francisco
    a bright yellow garbage truck
    with two garbagemen in red plastic blazers
    standing on the back stoop
    one on each side hanging on
    and looking down into
    an elegant open Mercedes
    with an elegant couple in it
    The man
    in a hip three-piece linen suit
    with shoulder-length blond hair & sunglasses
    The young blonde woman so casually coifed
    with short skirt and coloured stockings
    on the way to his architect's office

    And the two scavengers up since four a.m.
    grungy from their route
    on the way home
    The older of the two with grey iron hair
    and hunched back
    looking down like some
    gargoyle Quasimodo
    And the younger of the two
    also with sunglasses&long hair
    about the same age as the Mercedes driver

    And both scavengers gazing down
    as from a great distance
    at the cool couple
    as if they were watching some odorless TV ad
    in which everything is always possible

    And the very red light for an instant
    holding all four close together
    as if anything at all were possible
    between them
    across that small gulf
    in the high sea
    of this democracy

    2 Scavengers in a Truck, Two beautiful people in a Mercedes by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

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  • by Carmella on April 2nd, 2007

    Carmella

    I adore the poem 'Footprints'. That's a bit of a common one though. I don't particularly like it on a religious level, maybe it's just sentiment.

    By Mary Stevenson
    'One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
    he was walking along the beach with the LORD.

    Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
    For each scene he noticed two sets of
    footprints in the sand: one belonging
    to him, and the other to the LORD.

    When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
    he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

    He noticed that many times along the path of
    his life there was only one set of footprints.

    He also noticed that it happened at the very
    lowest and saddest times in his life.

    This really bothered him and he
    questioned the LORD about it:

    "LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
    you, you'd walk with me all the way.
    But I have noticed that during the most
    troublesome times in my life,
    there is only one set of footprints.
    I don't understand why when
    I needed you most you would leave me."

    The LORD replied:

    "My son, my precious child,
    I love you and I would never leave you.
    During your times of trial and suffering,
    when you see only one set of footprints,
    it was then that I carried you."

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  • by EveryoneNeedsHelp on April 2nd, 2007

    EveryoneNeedsHelp

    I think that I shall never see
    A poem as lovely as a tree
    A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
    Against the earth’s sweet flowing brest;
    A tree that looks at God all day,
    And lifts her leafy arms to pray,
    A tree that may in summer wear
    A nest of robins in her hair;
    Upon whose bosom snow has lain,
    Who intimately lives with rain.
    Poems are made by fools like me,
    But only God can make a tree.

    By-Joyce Kilmer

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  • by Anonymous on August 16th, 2007

    Anonymous

    Not sure if it could really be called poetry - more like rambling thoughts but yeah sure here's one of the many..

    You used to look at me and thought you knew what i was all about..
    You didn't even touch the surface - of who i am ..
    or was.
    You saw what you wanted to see..
    and after all this time - i can tell you now..
    what you saw was never me.

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  • by isoLAted ConFusIon on December 3rd, 2007

    isoLAted ConFusIon

    sure.........

    I can still feel your lips pressed unto my chin
    And your smell remains etched to my skin.
    Your smile is still fresh on my mind
    And your warm breath never seems to fade from my side.
    Those moments of laughter joy and tears
    Under the duvets in your warm arms,
    Were like finding myself in paradise
    Amidst all the bliss I had always desired.

    Right from the first hug
    To the time I waved you goodbye,
    I loved the look into your eyes
    And to find me there inside.
    The way you smile
    And do the things that you do
    I treasure each and every moment
    That I spent beside you.

    And there were these moments
    We were so close
    I could feel your skin
    Gently rub against my skin,
    I was afraid to come any closer
    For I knew one day I would have to let you go.
    But I am sincerely indebted
    For showing me the face of love
    And make me realize the world of joy
    Beyond what I had always dreamt of.

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  • by Guimauvaise on June 10th, 2008

    Guimauvaise

    Well, I'm biased for submitting this one; the poet is my former teacher and my current friend/mentor. Enjoy!


    "When You Hear His Name"

    unexpectedly,
    long after you have claimed

    it wouldn’t mean anything, you know
    you have found the one name

    you can never say,
    never even bear to hear

    even if it is now someone else’s name,
    a neighbor’s child

    and his mother snapping it at him
    like a whip.

    You try to make that sound just
    a white sheet

    the wind slaps
    on the taut line. But you become

    that line
    holding everything above

    the earth, stretched
    house to post and back

    again to house. Or you are
    the post, placed

    only to hold
    the laundry up, keep

    the line straight. You are not
    the house, not a thing

    someone can enter.

    -- Andrea Hollander Budy, from her first book "House Without a Dreamer"

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  • by peanuts19 on January 8th, 2008

    peanuts19

    yes i have written some poems and yes i would like to share them... but its 1 am so i am going to bed... if you would like to read some of them you can e mail me at smcdonald22407@yahoo.com and i will send them to you...

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  • by hijklmno on December 4th, 2007

    hijklmno

    I know lots. :)

    I have a little online anthology of poems that I build up on an irregular basis. Generally, they are poems from books and magazines that I really like. But I am open to anyone suggesting any additions to it.

    Please feel free to visit and comment here:

    http://frombooksofpoems.blogspot.com/2006/10/contents.html

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  • by Leorog on December 3rd, 2007

    Leorog

    One of my favourite.....

    A Dream Within A Dream


    Take this kiss upon the brow!
    And, in parting from you now,
    Thus much let me avow-
    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.

    I stand amid the roar
    Of a surf-tormented shore,
    And I hold within my hand
    Grains of the golden sand-
    How few! yet how they creep
    Through my fingers to the deep,
    While I weep- while I weep!
    O God! can I not grasp
    Them with a tighter clasp?
    O God! can I not save
    One from the pitiless wave?
    Is all that we see or seem
    But a dream within a dream?

    Edgar Allan Poe

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  • by poeticjustice on August 6th, 2010

    poeticjustice

    Here is a site where you can become a member and create your own profile for free, write poems for other members to read and comment on, send friend request or be added as a friend

    http://www.poems4life.com/apps/blog/categories/show/744642-poem-submissions

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