Best New Experiences Poems

I see three doors before me.
The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue
with ornate lacework in its center.
Parisian-esque, it looks likes an entrance to adventure
and inspires me with its sophistication.
I imagine inside the rooms beyond that door
exotic curios on shelves along the...

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When change does not delight
Life is constantly changing
We know it involves both pain and joy

It's when the day lights up
The awareness of the key
which opens the hearts of others

Be real instead of perfect
I can not stop the wind,
but I can teach myself to sail with...

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TIME MACHINE

We always try to build a TARDIS,
in thinking we would look the smartest.
But then, who's time would we travel in, 
with a choice for dimensional spin.

A fragrance can take us back in time, 
or a perfect shade, or taste of lime. 
Our famed music...

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Ensure that when you walk away 
You don't rush into someone new 
Just because you are fearful 
Of your own company
If you are not at the point 
Of loving yourself or 
Of being comfortable on your own 

How do you expect to be receptive
To new...

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Our chemistry is a fire
Blazing with heat and passion
Our feelings are a never ending road
Stretched out with time to share memories

Our eyes are a sunset
Shining bright to create true love
Our lips are the chains
Locked together to seal a kiss

Our hearts are the doors
Open for new...

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Once, we had unlimited fun
Until life’s duties had us on a run 
Memories consumed us old, 
yet, for new experiences we jump
Please, do not cry, while I die
I rather you not lie
Time so scarce, you never said goodbye

As you reminisce great times awake 
I take...

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There is a looking glass in my head
That reflects images of a me,
That are me, yet not me;
An interpretation of me.
Each image taking on characteristics
That are me,
And creating an embodiment, a character,
That has the qualities of me,
In an identity of its own…

Reflection of a Romantic…

White...

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seeing from the outside of your story, hearing the words you use,
only knowing what you tell me, only seeing your point of view,
the hearts exaggeration without acknowledging our part,
you know, the part of the story from the others view, and how your words affected their...

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Communication.


I want to mean something to somebody.
I want somebody to care.
I want to be able to dance under a disco ball with somebody,
Whilst pretending that nobody else is there.


Love is my purpose and poems are my wares.
All I have is for sale, to anyone who...

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Only 14 and eager to find love, she sneaks out at four in the morning
Persuading her best friend to come along – meet someone new
Hence at the nearest park an unfamiliar friendship is formed
Sketchy as it may sound, Anthony grew to be an addition
to the...

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My journey beginning weightlifting commenced on a warm spring day, when I was of the ripe age of 14. I had no idea the extreme weight this category of life held. The extreme passion that was ignited within on that beautiful spring day. I opened...

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“Light Winged”




fluid I freely flow
nacreous and immersed
beyond naology  

I am far removed
from the numbers
and rites

of your 
hard-edged, 
strange world 

the seconds 
stretch deeper and higher
than millennia here

I Am 
an ancient soul 
become nascent

light winged 
golden eyes and mind
I Am, ultraviolet 

moving uninhibited
like an ocean
around...

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I have a friend who is very unique
For a long time I thought she was a freak,

Everyone has strange ideas and ways they like
It's not for us to judge we leave that to the psychs,

As time went by I tried to understand who this person...

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Honey can't you see I'm trying here?
Honey don't you understand I wish I were there?
I know you want me home but I've got my classes here.
Honey I'm having so much fun, 
making new friends and all.
Honey I wish you were here with me.
Things are changing...

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Morning breaks the day
I wake
Wipe the small crumbs from my eyes
At first mornings glance
Things are but a bit blurry
I render the thoughts of the day
Pausing only for a moment
Prioritize

First order
Coffee
Than a smoke
Out stretched arms 
With refreshed legs
Stumble to the kitchen
Java
My nectar
It gives life, life

I'm ready
Out...

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