Poem Hunter: Poems - Poets - Poetry

We pledged our hearts, my love and I,
I in my arms the maiden clasping;
I could not tell the reason why,
But, O, I trembled like an aspen!

Her father's love she bade me gain;
I went, and shook like any reed!
I strove to act the man---in vain!
We had exchanged our hearts indeed.
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you've seen a strawberry
that's had a struggle; yet
was, where the fragments met,

a hedgehog or a star-
fish for the multitude
of seeds. What better food

than apple seeds - the fruit
within the fruit - locked in

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she says,
oh, but my tummy,
oh, but my thighs,
oh, but my size

i love it all
its not a lie
its seeing things in a different way
its not that she's not pretty
i could look at her all day.

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How beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!

How soft is Nature's calm repose
When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:
The gentlest wind more gently blows,
As if to soothe her in her sleep!

The gay morn breaks,
Mists roll away,
All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
The peace it has known
It can never regain.
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Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercup
upon its branching stem-
save that it's green and wooden-
I come, my sweet,
to sing to you.
We lived long together
a life filled,
if you will,
with flowers. So that

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The girl with a guitar sings on the streets,
She's not begging for money,
From the strangers she meets,
She smiles as she sings, with her cute voice,
As she sings those songs of her choice.
Passerby's throng her, with a bewildered gaze!
What people can do to entertain and amaze!
She could sung at her home! Why on the streets?
For a live cheap show without any tickets!
But hear! She is not singing her song!

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Together at the altar we
In vision oft were seen by thee,

Thyself as bride, as bridegroom I.
Oft from thy mouth full many a kiss
In an unguarded hour of bliss

I then would steal, while none were by.

The purest rapture we then knew,
The joy those happy hours gave too,

When tasted, fled, as time fleets on.
What now avails my joy to me?
Like dreams the warmest kisses flee,

Like kisses, soon all joys are gone.
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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.
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Letting go—slowly without a single sound.
A silent sigh for a resigning host.
Not long ago a maiden found light.
But not long before it faded on sight.

A damsel glorified with the thought of love.
A maiden horrified with the truth of clout.
In the days of wishing for euphoric life,
Only one day for a shattered heart.


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