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I Don't Remember...I don't remember, any more, / The exact shape of your hands / As I held them in mine,

@ashe-l-bennett31

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Two dead boys (My favorite poem of all time!)Ladies and gentleman skinny and scout / I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about / The admission is free so pay at the door

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The View From Halfway DownThe weak breeze whispers nothing / The water screams sublime / His feet shift, teeter-totter

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epithetand here i am again / at the intersection / of pedestrian language

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Sounds of the ocean.keep your eyes closed love. / e t / m i

@messydreamer15

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Ode to a Winter's Day#*O morning sky of endless blue / Tinged with purply-pinky hue / You tell me of His mercies new

@alyssa-underwood28

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A Poem About Liking A Boy I've Barely KnownThe first time I saw you it was in math class. / I didn't notice anything about you at first I just memorized the back of how your head was. / After all, I had an hour to ****

@morganmercury32

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In Artemis’s WoodLovers entered a forbidden forest bower, / And as they stalked that range, with eyes glazed, / She offered up her hind. Now, with doe eyes,

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MagicRead this to yourself. Read it silently. / Don't move your lips. Don't make a sound. / Listen to yourself. Listen without hearing anything.

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Drunk As DrunkDrunk as drunk on turpentine / From your open kisses, / Your wet body wedged

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Naked eye.Naked eye, / silent sorrounded heart. / what's that sound?

@antonio-fonseca17

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UntitledShe longs for his presence / To be able to hold him in her arms / One more time.

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Broken BeautyBeauty lies bereft and bound / it cries for help but utters no sound / mascara kisses fade from your lips

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VenusRecalling your name; / as each letter of your name / slips and slides off my tongue

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GenerousCome on. / Come on baby. / Don't be selfish tonight.

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Describe the Color Blue Without Using the Word BlueIt's the color of her eyes; the color of the sea. In both you could drown, or find God himself. It's the space between cities. Road signs & right turns, and the quiet determination to unravel in her arms. The sheets on her bed at 3am, where she whispers "I love you" and you've never been so sure of anything. The breath you exhale after you kiss her; it's the color of the blood pumping through your heart. The heart that she keeps beating. The heart that has her name written all over it. It's the heaviness in anticipation. The insatiable desire for a minute, just one minute. It is not the opposite of passion, like once suggested. It is passion itself. It is the sound of whispers. Her breath on your neck, and shivers down your spine. The color that fills in the weeks until you see her again. But most importantly, it will always be the color of her eyes. And it is no coincidence they are the color of the sea.

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beerI don't know how many bottles of beer / I have consumed while waiting for things / to get better

Charles Bukowski48

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don't trust a poet's wordsnever trust a poet's words / they sound sweet at first / but you'll notice the emotion in their words

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GoodnightOnly the night's awake / To the sound of my piano / Ringing in empty streets

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The CurvesTheir voice so harmonious, / Silent when no strings attached, / All the curves so very ****

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diversitythe planets. the peaches. / pruned. picked. for the reaches. / the centuries. a second to the eternities.

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GoodnightI know of a land / where none but I have been / Not a land between seas

@waleed-khalidi24

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stages of detachment*ground zero* / i become aware of boundaries / i am a dog chasing cars

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The American Nightfor leather accrues / The miracle of the streets / The scents & smogs &

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