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Wedlock by Benjamin Franklin

Wedlock, as old men note, hath likened been,
Unto a public crowd or common rout;
Where those that are without would fain get in,
And those that are within, would fain get out.
Grief often treads upon the heels of pleasure,
Marry’d in haste, we oft repent at leisure;
Some by experience find these words missplaced,
Marry’d at leisure, they repent in haste.

Benjamin Franklin

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Written on May 18th, 2012 , Benjamin Franklin Tags: benjamin franklin, crowd, experience, fain, grief, Haste, hath, leisure, Literature, Marry, note, oft, old men, pleasure, Poem, poems, Poet, Poetry, poets, Prose, repent, rout, Unto, wedlock

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…

by Okay

Let’s share a love
Like Bella and Edward-
I can’t live without you,
And he can’t live without her.

You are the lamb,
And the lion is me;
You are the only one
Who to my heart has the key.

You don’t have to love me-
I have enough love for us both.
Around you, I can’t think,
You fill my head with smoke.

I’m sorry for loving you,
Honest, I am.
I know that you don’t love me…
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…

December 21, 2008.
For G.

Submission date : 2008-12-21
Last edit : 2009-03-30

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Written on May 17th, 2012 , Anonymous, Submission, Unrequited Love Tags: date, December, Edward, head, heart, Honest, key, lamb, lamb and the lion, Lion, Literature, love, me, Poem, poems, Poet, Poetry, poets, Prose, share, smoke, source, Submission

Temptation, a Poem by LA Lorena

Reach for me now, let me see the desire
gaze into these eyes, brimming with fire
kiss me with passion to tingle my spine
your tongue softly tastes me, sweet scent of wine

Kisses like raindrops, fall on neck and on shoulders
embers ignited, this deep fire yet smolders
wandering fingertips grazing my skin
give me those words and the true flames begin

Cleave to me closely, I need to feel that desire
show me you want me, my passion climbs higher
fingertip’s pathways now followed by lips
a slow undulation of traitorous hips

Oh, scorch my ears whilst you stroke of my flesh
let me hear your desire, your fulfillment; my quest
undress me with fever, yet leave me in lace
the glint of the devil on this angel’s face

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Written on May 17th, 2012 , Erotic, Kissing, LA Lorena, Longing Tags: face, fever, fingertips, flames, gaze, glint, grazing, hips, kisses, lace, lorena, neck, original poem, original poetry, passion, pathways, Poem, poems, Poet, Poetry, poets, raindrops, reach, scorch, shoulders, show, skin, spine, stroke, sweet scent, temptation, undress, undulation, wine

Apollo Poetry The Traveling Poet performs the poem, Nature's Translation

Nature’s Translation was written in a meditation that happened in the middle of the forrest. After getting completely lost in the woods, this poem was birthed.

Apollo Poetry The Traveling Poet performs the poem, Nature’s Translation

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Written on May 16th, 2012 , Apollo Poetry, Spoken Word, Video Poetry Tags: apollo, forrest, Literature, meditation, middle, nature, original poem, original poetry, Poem, poems, Poet, Poetry, poets, Prose, translation

I Swear by Rumi

Rumi – I Swear

I swear, since seeing Your face,
the whole world is fraud and fantasy
The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf
or blossom. The distracted birds
can’t distinguish the birdseed from the snare.

A house of love with no limits,
a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon,
a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.

I Swear by Rumi