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Love Triangle by Lang Leav

I can stand him not loving me……

……I can’t dtand him loving her

Poetry by Lang Leav

Like time suspended,

a wound unmended–

you and I.
We had no ending,

      no said goodbye.
      For all my life,

      I’ll wonder why.

– Lang Leav

Here’s a little something from one of my favorite poets.

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From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were — I have not seen

As others saw — I could not bring

My passions from a common spring —

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow — I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone —

And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —

Then — in my childhood — in the dawn

Of a most stormy life — was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still —

From the torrent, or the fountain —

From the red cliff of the mountain —

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold —

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by —

From the thunder, and the storm —

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view —

Can I Carry You?

I love this poem. I hope you all enjoy it too!
By: Brad Anderson
Published on February 2006
I guess that I can hold you

one more time before you grow

and tell you that I love you

so that you will always know.

Please let me tie your shoe again.

One day you’ll tie your own.

And when you think back to this time

I hope it’s love I’ve shown.

Can I help you put your coat on?

Can I please cut up your meat?

Can I pull you in the wagon?

Can I pick you out a treat?

One day you might just care for me,

so let me care for you.

I want to be a part

of every little thing you do.

Tonight could I please wash your hair?

Can I put toys in the bath?

Can I help you count your small ten toes

before I teach you math?

Before you join a baseball team

can I pitch you one more ball?

And one more time can I stand near

to make sure you don’t fall?

Let’s take another space-ship ride

Up to the Planet Zoor.

Before our Cardboard Rocket

doesn’t fit us anymore.

Please let me help you up the hill.

while you’re still too small to climb.

And let me read you stories

while you’re young and have the time.

I know the day will come

when you will do these things alone.

Will you recall the shoulder rides

and all the balls we’ve thrown?

I want you to grow stronger

than your Dad could ever be.

And when you find success

there will be no soul more proud than me.

So will you let me carry you?

One day you’ll walk alone.

I cannot bear to miss one day

from now until you’ve grown.
Taken from: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/one-last-time

Romance by Edgar Allan Poe

​Romance, who loves to nod and sing

With drowsy head and folded wing

Among the green leaves as they shake

Far down within some shadowy lake,

To me a painted paroquet

Hath been—most familiar bird—

Taught me my alphabet to say,

To lisp my very earliest word

While in the wild wood I did lie,

A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal condor years

So shake the very Heaven on high

With tumult as they thunder by,

I have no time for idle cares

Through gazing on the unquiet sky;

And when an hour with calmer wings

Its down upon my spirit flings,

That little time with lyre and rhyme

To while away—forbidden things—

My heart would feel to be a crime

Unless it trembled with the strings.

When I was Younger

I was young, well younger then

A girl of eleven years and pig tails

I remember it clearly even if it was back when

The world at my hands, nothing fails
And he, he was a friend of mine

Why I had a crush on him is beyond me

But at that time, he was my sunshine 

And it was crazy of me
But oh! That was years ago

And yet it would seem

He’s the one that got away

The one that I would have wanted to stay

Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone –Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by
From the thunder, and the storm
And the cloud that took the form(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view

-Edgar Allan Poe-

Antigonish

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today,
I wish, I wish he’d go away…

When I came home last night at three,
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door…

Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn’t there,
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…

-Hughes Mearns-

Maria Michaela

Moonchild

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There was a reason she was so romantic about the moon.
It never asked her questions or begged for the answers, nor did she ever have to prove herself to it.
It was always just there – breathing, shining, and in ways most humans can’t understand,listening.

– Christopher Poindexter –

Warm Summer Sun

Warm summer sun, 
Shine kindly here, 
Warm southern wind, 
Blow softly here. 
Green sod above, 
Lie light, lie light. 
Good night, dear heart, 
Good night, good night.

– Mark Twain –

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Poets bleed from the heart and soul

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GOD'S POETIC CHILD!!!

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