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thieums
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040518
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shivers
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*sigh*
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z
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040518
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pete
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music
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040518
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z
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040518
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dosquatch
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I8B4U
OU812?
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040518
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kookaburra
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$-@-\/-3 /^\-3
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kyuuuuu
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Just the instrumental version of "Autumn Leaves" in the key of Eb minor....piano with strings
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phil
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contradiction
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040521
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zeke
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i do not think in words. poetry is for me a way to express some of the ineffable subtilty of my inner experience. speaking and the written word, therefore, are a process of translation from thought into the expressable. for me a poem in it's original form has no words.
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040521
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phil
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A poem is as true to the original thought as a painting would be.
A painting is just a poem without words.
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z
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then not a contradiction
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040521
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Pronunciation: 'pO-&m, -im, 'pOm also 'po(-)im, 'pO-"em
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle French poeme, from Latin poema, from Greek poiEma, from poiein
1 : a composition in verse
2 : something suggesting a poem (as in expressiveness, lyricism, or formal grace)
word.com
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Lint Lover
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The times we've made love.
The deep and varied colors and shades of blue that are only seen by me when I gaze into the deepest parts of you through your eyes.
The sound I hear when I lay my head upon your chest.
The unspoken words that are used when my heart crys out to you and yours answers.
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:)
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a_picture_is_worth_1000_words
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040527
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z
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040530
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z
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040602
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z
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"___________________________________"
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040701
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040701
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oldephebe
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i second kyuuu's autumn leaves referance
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040702
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Jen
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people abuse our beautiful gift of words far too much. Only say what you mean.
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040911
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monee
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041215
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dafremen
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A woman walks up the way, clutching her toddler's hand in hers. And there is so much hope there, so much anticipation for the future in the way she cares for him, watches over and nurtures him.
I can't help but see the poetry there.
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stork daddy
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you'd better hope that kid wasn't me, or else the poem has a sad ending.
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dafremen
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Poetry and irony..what a great combination.
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()
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(a poem outside words)
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050407
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(z)
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(quietude)
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050408
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050926
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falling_alone
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listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat
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050927
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()
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051115
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[-.-]
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051115
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camille
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U
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051115
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0^0
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(:
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C
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No, C
U, C
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Q
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That last one was actually from Q, like this one.
Some deep affinity for the special C must have drawn my finger to tap "C" instead of me, Q.
Oh, strange affinity!
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spoken
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like a
beach without the sand
fishbowl without the fish
finger without the hand
wisher without a wish
a poem without words
leaves a sad sigh in my heart
lover of the spoken song
the linguistic works of art
gather to me right or wrong
words expressed i can relive
tumble them round in my head
freely shared i take and give
mine i've written, yours i've read
all my thoughts are mine to mold
i do mark them with my style
if enjoyed feel free to hold
my sweet musings for awhile
i am sharing this with love
and my sentiments are real
the former expressed above is exactly how i feel
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ambermoon
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hey...thats a poem with words
nevertheless... beautiful
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spoken
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thank u ambermoon i'm glad you enjoyed it
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090427
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FA113N
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Me, as she writes me with a shy smile, as she undoes my stitches, unlaces my hands, and speaks words into my mouth, as I breathe in free air, and am undone.
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130118
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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