Summer Love

Summer love

A new flame

Bright but fades

Time well spent

Summer love

Early sunrises

Late night fireflies

Bright afternoons

Summer love

Eevery second spent

Thoughts race around

Chances well taken

Summer love

Soggy sand

Cool water

Warm hands

Summer love

The newest joy

Most awaited part

Let loose

Summer love

Take a chance

Take a dive

Take it in

Summer love.

Author: Leah Harlow

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Love Is Like Rain

Love is like rain

Something sensitive

Something you can't get rid of

Love is fragile

Something you can't take advantage of

Love is like the rain

Love is beautiful

Love has its ups and downs

It's also like a picture with a thousand words

Love is also a strong word

Love may drip away but may always come back

While I lay here with the dripping of the rain on my face

I'm thinking to myself will I ever find love?

Author: Libbi Kenner

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A Late Walk

When I go up through the mowing field

The headless aftermath,

Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,

Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,

The whir of sober birds

Up from the tangle of withered weeds

Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,

But a leaf that lingered brown,

Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,

Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth

By picking the faded blue

Of the last remaining aster flower

To carry again to you.

Author: Robert Frost

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I Did Not Keep Your Letters

I read them,

And then I threw them in the trash

But make no mistake, I read them.

I swallowed them whole.

I filled my eyes with every word,

I sewed them in patterns

Into my flesh of my body,

At night I wake to entertain the ghosts

Lounging in my bedroom

With impromptu recitations

Of your letters, of your thoughts,

Of the shape of you in words.

But I could not keep your letters.

I could not let them languish

In a dusty box, fermenting

Into poisons in the closet dark.

I could not let them lie in wait,

Like coiled paper vipers

Ready to strike the hand that strays

Too far and stirs the den.

Author: Gabriel Gadfly.

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Travel To The Place...

Travel to the place

Where mind set to peace,

No one can see,

Feel us free.

Travel to the place

Where we can breathe,

Fill our desire,

We wish; we aspire.

Travel to the place

Where we have silence,

Flower of fragrance,

And nature to admire.

Travel to he place

Were we can write,

Lines of rhyme,

At any time.

Travel to the place

Where we have enough space,

Work withou race,

No tension on face.

Travel to the place

Where we can dance,

Sing at glance,

Bit of time to romance.

 Travel to the place

Where we spread love,

Freedom to serve

And land to move.

Travel to the place

Where we can live,

Of joy and sprinkle its grace,

And do anything, anywhere.

Author: Divyesh J. Shah

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My Voice

Within this restless, hurried, modern world

We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I,

And now the white sails of our ship are furled,

And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,

For very weeping is my gladness fled,

Sorrow hath paled my lip's vermilion,

And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee

No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell

Of viols, or the music of the sea

That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.

Author: Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde made this poem as response to this one.

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Her Voice

The wild bee reels from bough to bough

With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.

Now in a lily-cup, and now

Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,

In his wandering;

Sit closer love: it was here I trow

I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one

As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,

As long as the sunflower sought the sun -

It shall be, I said, for eternity

'Twixt you and me!

Dear friend, those times are over and done,

Love's web is spun.

Look upward where the poplar trees

Sway and sway in the summer air,

Here in the valley never a breeze

Scatters the thristledown, but there

Great winds blow fair

From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,

And the wave-lashed leas.

Look upward where the white gull screams,

What does it see that we do not see?

Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams

On some outward voyaging argosy -

Ah! can it be

We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!

How sad it seems.

Sweet, there is nothing left to say

But this, that love is never lost,

Keen winter stabs the breasts of May

Whose crimson roses burst his frost,

Ships tempest-tossed

Will find a harbour in some bay,

And so we may.

And there is nothing left to do

But to kiss once again, and part,

Nay, there is nothing we should rue,

I have my beauty - you your Art,

Nay, do not start,

One world was not enough for two

Like me and you.

Author: Oscar Wilde

Here's another reason why I love Oscar Wilde so much.

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Her...

I can never get my mind off her,

I wonder if she'd mind if I'd,

Make her my own,

And never let her go,

Hug her tight,

Treat her right,

Act all polite,

Take her on a date,

Make sure I'm never late,

Kiss her on her lips,

Talk about our kids,

Make her feel like a princess,

Living in a castle,

Hope that is no too mush hassle,

But I am so blessed,

Hope I can be the best,

Hold you tight,

Have her breast,

On my chest,

Pass the test,

NOW YOU'RE MINE!

Author: Jordan Moore

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Phenomenal Woman

Pretty wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say, it's in the reach of my arms,

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say, it's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say, it's in the arch of my back.

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's no bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say, it's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

The palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Author: Maya Angelou

Amazing <3

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She Walks In Beauty Like The Night

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best if dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

A coincidence is when you really like a poem and then one of your favourite characters off one of your favourite tv shows recites it.
Yes, Neil Caffrey (Matt Bomer) recites Lord Byron on this week's episode. Even though he does not say it all I was super happy while watching I know it all by heart haha

Oh, and I loved it when they mixed Harry Potter and Dickens in the storyline. Pretty funny episode.

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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden here lived whim 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 kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with love that was more than love-

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me-

Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

In the sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Author: Edgar Allan Poe

I must say is one of my all time favourites.

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Anger

Anger is anger

Anger makes you scream

Anger makes you hate

Anger takes control

Anger want let go

Anger wants you to hurt

Anger wants you to suffer

Anger makes you mad

Anger makes you cry

Anger turns people against you

Anger is anger

Author: Melissa Dixon 

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A Winter Message

Hello!

I'm happy today.
Do you want to know why?
Because today, finally was an Autumn day! It rained!!
God, how much I missed the cold, the rain and the thunderstorms?!...

Anyways, I found this little poem about Winter. I thought it was the sweetest thing ever and perfect after the day I had so here it is:

A flake of snow in flurry thro' the air

Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:

A secret message, just for me to share;

To take to heart but never dare to speak

About or presuppose to other eyes

Your open feelings - distant though they are.

And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:

A flake of snow returned from me afar.

Author: Mark R Slaughter

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My Voice

Within this restless, hurried, modern world

We took our heart's full pleasure - You and I,

And now the white sails of our ship are furled,

And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,

For very weeping is my gladness fled,

Sorrow hath paled my lip's vermilion, 

And ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowed life has been to thee

No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell

Of viols, or the music of the sea

That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the schell.

Author: Oscar Wilde

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Rua Diario De Noticias

We can hardly move,

With so much music.

We are, therefore, here

To serve an exact purpose. 

 We look like generals

On horses.

Here's the battlefield

Where defeat awaits us:

The street corners that wind

'Till our last yawn

And people listening

To their own story

In the songs

Music, not time,

Can heal certain wounds.

By: Victor Nogueira

<3

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My Idea Of Beauty

Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat, 

When eyes full of mischief glance at you...

Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...

Beauty is in the heart which touches another

Beauty is tender hands holding each other

Beauty is strong arms holding you warm

Beauty is in the water, beauty is in the weather,

Beauty is in air, beauty is in life

Beauty is in love, beauty is in the wind...

Beauty surrounds you days and nights

Yet no one knows beauty's heights...

Author: Nitya Pillai

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Sonnet For Homework

Okay, sonnet for homework.

I'm in the library, ready to write.

My notebook thick, pen poised to write on it.

My mind open, ready to get it right.

My view? The sky and billowing white clouds,

Tip of trees languidly blowing in the breeze.

I cherish the quiet, the lask of crowds

But the outdoor view is merely a tease.

Surrounded by stacks of books here I sit.

Slight noises of people, paper and books.

A constant motor's hum and bit by bit

I write this poem, concerned with how it looks.

Does it make sense, read well, and does it scan?

Or instead, perhaps some trash for the can?

Author: Caitlin Losa

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Teach Me

Teach me the meaning of love,

Teach me what's never been done

Teach me how to dance

How to give a second chance

And forget the past

And how to make this love last

Teach me how to fly

How to not cry

And to never give up

And how to hold the loving cup

Teach me the value of life

To know that life won't always cut like a knife

And that you'll always be right by my side

And this love would never die

Author: Luz Monroy

<3

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All The World's Stage

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exists and their entrances,

And one man in this time plays many parts,

His acts being sever ages. At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in a quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For hiss shrunk shank, and his big manly voice.

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, 

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is the second childishness and more oblivion, 

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Author: William Shakespeare

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Lying To Me, Maybe Myself

What becomes of the broken hearted

My girl

Unchained melody

Ain't to proud to beg

Son of a preachers man

Stand by me

Janet

Madonna

Just look at me

Yes those are tears running down my face

Broken inside

I am not fine, not this time

Promises never kept

Always telling me one thing

Constantly doing the other

You seem like you would be okay

Grab me tight in that soft embrace

Then you let go

Off again to another

Forgetting that I was even here

Letting me continue believing I am loved

Filling me with hope

All thats left is doubt

No I am not fine

This was never what I wanted

Slowly it kills me to have to say goodbye

Wanting just pick up and walk away

Hearing you whisper my name

It draws me back in

Looking into your lonely sad eyes

Never wanting to give you any pain

Unable to just put it to rest

Allowing everything to circle around again

You pull me in, push me away

Give me hope and crush my soul

I want to believe that your intentions are true

Maybe I'm wrong

Not wanting to confront any of these things

Continuing to be forgotten until you need me again

Allowing the tears to dry to my face

Moving on with the notion that it will turn out okay

Deep down however I'm losing control

Not sure how much more I can withstand

Maybe for now I will just pretend it doesn't bother me

Just to keep you near

Losing you is not something I am ready for

Again the tears run down my face

Author: Michelle Dodd


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