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I love poems and reading them do you have one or some you like ?

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Because I fine it hard to read books I have been reading very short stories and poems for years. I have some I read time and time again ... I think people do that with DVDS I find it hard to look at a film more then once even if I loved it, LOL

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

e e cummings

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By *ucsparkMan
over a year ago

dudley

My English teacher always used to say poems were created by those wise people who could not sing.

Mine is

Do not stand at my grave and weap

I am not there I do not sleep

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago


"My English teacher always used to say poems were created by those wise people who could not sing.

Mine is

Do not stand at my grave and weap

I am not there I do not sleep "
lol I can sing my dad and grandad was singers I could if I was not scared in front of people , lol

I love this one and very special to me.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

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By *ucsparkMan
over a year ago

dudley


"My English teacher always used to say poems were created by those wise people who could not sing.

Mine is

Do not stand at my grave and weap

I am not there I do not sleep lol I can sing my dad and grandad was singers I could if I was not scared in front of people , lol

I love this one and very special to me.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance."

That is my fathers favourite poems, I craved it into a oak chest that I made for his birthday.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I love poems, used to write them when i was in school and actually got one published.

Eternal Bliss

Everything is such an enigma.

Problems came and went

Seeing nothing, hearing no-one,

Looking as if I could see.

My mind would follow you and me

As we entwined in our eternal bliss

I remember the time that we first kissed,

Seeing you wandering in my mind.

I can't find you - you're left behind.

Seeing into darkness, calling out your name,

I want to hold you, close, in my final life,

Want to see your true self, not an illusion,

Not just flesh and bone.

This is my last and final breath

As we walk into our eternal bliss.

© Charlie Somers.

I was 16 when I wrote this.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There's an old Welsh poem from the valleys where I grew up that always brings a tear to my eye.

On the hill

There was a cow

It must have gone

It's not there now

Really symbolises the simple things in life.

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