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  • Poetry » Romantic
    Declarations of A Lovesick Poet
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    I tried to put pencil to paper. I tried angst and sadness and anger, wit and humour. But all I got was a happy, sappy poem on love. Love. ...


    LemonyIce - Jan 2, 2013 - 3 min read

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    I never invited you into my dreams, yet there you command the spotlight, playing my lover as easily


    niteowl - Jan 2, 2013 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic
    His Hand
    6

    His hand feels good in mine. Like its been there my whole life. A puzzle piece that is meant to be. Its natural fit bring him closer to me. His ...


    aouther2b - Jan 1, 2013 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic, Dramatic
    In the Unlikely Event...
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    Macyblak - Jan 1, 2013 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic, Lyrical
    She Is
    5

    Hair like fire, she is amazing Skin like freckled porcelain, she is indifferent Eyes like a green ocean, she is beautiful Lips like a red rose, she is enthralling Laugh ...


    SarahMazer - Dec 31, 2012 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic
    On Sundays
    10

    On Sundays, She walks to the furthest side of the city in her mama’s favorite blue dress, doing her best to keep time on her father’s broken watch. And she ...


    lilymoore - Dec 29, 2012 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic, Dramatic
    Brand New Eyes
    21

    this is about being in love for the first time and even though you are young, you know he is the one.


    elysian - Dec 29, 2012 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic
    Afterglow
    4

    Sugarcane dances in the fickle morning breeze, Stirring up remnants of the hazy night. Streetlamps feebly flicker to broken memories Shattering upon the tear-stained pavement. Sunshine blinds weary ey

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    jaymee - Dec 27, 2012 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic, Lyrical
    Helicopter
    7

    A machine without heart! Thou heartless, with wings, in heat sounds an angel in the mechanical flight, though momentary, in-sanity, hovers in dreamsever, invites the innocece again polluting the air-l


    momentsidream - Dec 25, 2012 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic, Narrative
    Dear Future Lover
    11

    Let me start by apologising In the place where my heart resides, You will find a maximum security fortress A tower, and the key is nowhere to be found It ...


    deleted3 - Dec 25, 2012 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic
    Jumpstart my Heart
    3

    Jumpstart my Heart With such power as by which Thunder bellows from the sky, Ye witch hast bestilled my heart - To cease and replace its ticking, Instill it with ...


    Sigma - Dec 24, 2012 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic, Narrative
    Feeling Lonely....
    2

    Days have abruptly stunned Grasses started sprouting under my feet I feel like standing alone outsphered. Rain drops did not trench me Eyes have become scratchy, Worn out of ...


    ACHU - Dec 24, 2012 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic
    Everything
    7

    There are days, When I think so poorly of you. These days when I’d rather find all the faults, Then cry about every emotion that I feel for you, Because ...


    SmileILoveYou - Dec 23, 2012 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic, Teen Fiction
    Desk Lamps Don't Have Coals
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    This is intended to be written from the POV of a teenage boy. I actually really love it. :D It's short compared to most of the pieces I write; I ...


    creativityrules - Dec 23, 2012 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Romantic, Fantasy
    The Mortal Instruments Poem
    7

    Her smile was warm and inviting Her lips a soft pink, sweet smell of rose perfume her eyes as dark as ink. Her hair as red as fire her mind ...


    taylorrose - Dec 22, 2012 - 1 min read


"For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein