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I'm just a man at allpoetry
“Who’s this?” my girl demands
“Just an old friend, love.”
Christmas and the folks. (Noel, Oh well.) at allpoetry
“Hey, is there a screw driver in my forehead?”
“Probably.”
to be rich. at allpoetry
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on For Jane: With All the Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough: by Charles Bukowski, on November 13, 2008
but
they will not
give her back to me

this poem is destroying me..
on For Jane: With All the Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough: by Charles Bukowski, on November 13, 2008
he was the last person she saw before dying... he's one of the most beautiful people to ever live. he was more real than most..
on i carry your heart with me by e e cummings, on August 19, 2008
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)

that's my favorite thing I've ever read by him. a bit ideal perhaps, but what's wrong with that I guess... It' absolutely breathtaking. it makes me feel. I think it could make almost anyone feel, if they really looked.
on Stanzas For Music: They Say That Hope Is Happiness by Lord George Gordon Byron, on August 19, 2008
This is why I love Byron. His poems like these that speak to truth and life, beautifully, and with a force parallel to your understanding and perception.

Alas it is delusion all:
The future cheats us from afar,
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are.

******** brilliant