Poetry

I could have kissed you under cherry blossoms, pale petals drifting down like the trees wanted to pretend they could be snowclouds. I could have kissed you in the rain, drenched to our bones and not even caring that the skies opened up above us and tried to wash us out. I could have kissed you in a clearing in the most secluded woods, with just the sound of wind rustling through the leaves and a few voyeuristic finches peeping at us.

Location, Location, Location | Gabriel Gadfly :: Poetry

The Secret

http://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/secret/secret.html

don't worry, nobody has the beautiful lady, not really, and

Whole by Katrina Wendt

Variation On the Word Sleep

http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/~richie/poetry/html/poem190.html

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http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/181036

Though I am young, and cannot tell

Though I Am Young and Cannot Tell by Ben Jonson

dream graffiti by Donie

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye .