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I carry your heart
I carry yourheart with me ( I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere i go you  go, my dear; and whatever is done by  only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
no world (for beatiful you are my world, my true)
and it`s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever asun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the  bud
and the shy of a tree called life: which grows
higher than soul can hope or  mind can hide)
and  thi is the wonder that`s keeping the stars apart
I carry you heart(I carry it in my heard).

The poem i chose i like that speaks of love and as a person load the heart of the other person in yours and that is never only that is why not afraid and that the person is not to a world that the who loves is your world and always bring in the h

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Crying and weeping
in Nargothrond,
fires burn,
pain without cease,
jewels are taken,
prisoners brought
to the duress of Bauglir.

Gurthang heweth,
the blows are slaying
the orcs are fleeing,
Mormegil is stopped
by the mighty drake,
Glaurung the Horrible.
The son of Húrin standeth,
kept by the eyes of the dragon.

Glaurung:
"Hail, son of Húrin,
Well met.
Evil is thy way,
slayer of a friend,
thief of love,
deserter of thy kin.

Thy mother and little sister
are slaves in the gloom,
thou art like a noble,
having abandoned them.
What shall be thy father's thought
when he knoweth?

It’s my favourite poem,  it’s writed by JRR Tolkien my favorite writer. In this poem speak about my favourite book, this is The children of Hurin, This story is a tragedy and similar a story of Artur King but very diferent.

I remember the man’s pain to lost all in his life, The fury and pacion  in the fight whit destiny. This  poem has feel me hungry and  alone

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Jesús Salvador                                                                                                   I can write the saddest verses tonight.Write, for example: "The night is starryand shiver, blue stars, far away ".The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.I can write the saddest verses tonight.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.On nights like this I held my arms.I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.She loved me, sometimes I also loved her.How not to have loved her great still eyes.I can write the saddest verses tonight.To think that I do not have her. Feeling I've lost her.Hear the inmense night, even more without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew on the grass.Does it matter that my love could not keep it.The night is full of stars and she is not with me.That is all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance.My soul is not content with having lost it.As though to reach my eyes search.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.The same night whitening the same trees.We, the ones then, are not the same.I no longer love her, true, but how I loved her.My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.Of other. It will be another. As before my kisses.Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.I no longer love her, true, but maybe I love her.Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.Because on nights like this I held my arms,My soul is not content with having lost it.Though this be the last pain she causes me,and these the last verses that I write.

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Jesús Salvador                                                                                                   I can write the saddest verses tonight.Write, for example: "The night is starryand shiver, blue stars, far away ".The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.I can write the saddest verses tonight.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.On nights like this I held my arms.I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.She loved me, sometimes I also loved her.How not to have loved her great still eyes.I can write the saddest verses tonight.To think that I do not have her. Feeling I've lost her.Hear the inmense night, even more without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew on the grass.Does it matter that my love could not keep it.The night is full of stars and she is not with me.That is all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance.My soul is not content with having lost it.As though to reach my eyes search.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.The same night whitening the same trees.We, the ones then, are not the same.I no longer love her, true, but how I loved her.My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.Of other. It will be another. As before my kisses.Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.I no longer love her, true, but maybe I love her.Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.Because on nights like this I held my arms,My soul is not content with having lost it.Though this be the last pain she causes me,and these the last verses that I write.

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The poem is a memory, in which the poet comes sometimes to doubt whether has really come to love the woman who was once his and just really we appreciate what we had, often, once we have lost. The poet uses the starry night as the setting for memory.

Because this lonely without her, unable to recover it. It may be the place of happiness and love, to became the scene of the melancholy. With a dark of night  and stars as only consolation .The night is shattered . She is absent in your life

Virtue posed to the man or woman to love and be loved, concluding that when love is to suffer, but before suffering is a enjoyable without measure, is a person who has never been able to find love, albeit only fleeting love.

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Shadows

My body discharged upon the land
Meanwhile, I listen to the wind

From the sierra`s as it mischievously

Passed through my pasture

It was like a breeze that in

The hands of the sun,

Crushed mirrors!

In the obscure plane of the

Jubilant reflections of my shadows

Exploded the colors of smiles

And it was at that instant, that in
My eyes: “Planets of solitaire”

I watched the wind,

Dragging from the earth the wears,

And Dressing with my shadows the

Firmament!

Why I liked the poem?

By the message it conveys, talks about the shadows, something that no one stops to contemplate, something mundane of daily life.
It has a special meaning for all people who read and dedicate the poem.

I like the poem by that? I like the way it is written the person who was inspired to do so is something to be admired, it is something to consider

Whether the poem is very good, I like the way in which it is expressed, I like that it can devote to anyone, and you have a message arrives in the heart <3

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 "Jose Calderon''    When love comes to loving couples''     

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 "Jose Calderon''    When love comes to loving couples''     

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When love comes to loving couples,don't we make the perfect pair,there's romance, love and laughterin the friendship that we share.We care enough to listen,to trust, and understandto build a life together,side by side and hand in handWe both know that we are luckyand were have got a good thing goingThrough ups and downs and give and takeour love just keeps on growing...Because I bring out the best in you,and you the best in me I guess it takes the two of usto make the perfect we.

I like me the poem becouse talk about the feelings of people and very is beautiful

jorge luis alonso

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kiss
KISS
White bells with pendulums of anise,
Harmonies of glass where my lips become puppets,
And take me to a gentle river of warm current,
Where I dream with seeing your gaze.

But I refuse to open my eyes again,
Because of the infinite world called kiss,
Where a meager second has a life of happiness,
And the only language is the rose with your skin.

Let me find the rhythm that lies between your ribs,
But it feels as I touch your hands,
And expands with every breath,
Leading me back to your mouth.

So no matter how much I separate my eyelids,
I will return to the place in the middle of your smile,
But not before admiring your face,
And thus have a reason to return.

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I love

I love to see you smile

and I love knowing that

I caused that smile.

I love see you happy

and I love knowing that

I caused that happiness.

I love to look into your beautiful eyes

and I love the way I fall into them.

I love it when you hold my hand

and I love having

the courage to grab and hold yours.

I love that I want to be yours

I love so many things about you

but the most important thing is…

I LOVE YOU

I like this poem becouse talking about love how love can caused many happines and whit simple words can express many feelings.how to love change people and whith a lot of paragraps can expres every you love to a person

Also talking every beutiful tinks of a person its virtudes and defects and also enjoy see her smile

I love is the name of poem becouse it reminds me of love of all the beautiful things that happening to me becouse of it the love of my brothers the love of my friends and my parents and abobe all the love of my beautiful  girl.this poem mat not seem like my tipe of thing becouse is not im not like this im angry, im obnoxius im a lot of things but not a poet im what im and thats not a romantic thas what thas wthat i love.

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I used to think:
Frida Kahlo.
"I used to think i was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world. There must be someone just like me, who feels bizarre and flawed in the same was I do.
I woul imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too.
Well I hope that If you are there and read this and know that yes It`s true I am here and I am just as strange as you."

- I like this poem for your content, it relates to my life, I often feel that I am strange, in my life things happen out of the ordinary, usually I have very big problems. When I spend the most difficult problem I met people whit bigger problems.
I finally understand that the life is so, sometimes you`re good, but sometimes not, and any salts form below ans you will never be alone.
I believed that God was against me, I felt that I forgot my family, I was always there with me.
Still I have problems but I know I am not only and I know they are solved, sooner of later, few things are not solvable. I can help peolpe in problems because it feels like. When you have a problem do not be discouraged, thinks better solutions, and you do not feel deifferent from others.
That`s what life is about, know the bad to enjy good. We are all strangers.

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I HAVE A SMALL FLOWER. Jazmin Carreon Rangel

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I HAVE A SMALL FLOWER. Jazmin Carreon Rangel

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I have a small flower
i have a small flower
born without realizing
in the middle of the heart.
in the land of blood
her light was made.

it is delicate and dies
without care and
without fussing.

it requires qttention
agains the summer heat,against
tuhe winter cold,
against cruel
heartbreak that
causes so much
damage over the
years

it blooms in spring,
it fades in the summer
and in the winter it dies,
if you do not care
my hand.

it is maintained
ilusion! love
water check
passion flowers
and rejoices
in her window,
when the sun
caresses.
That's all I have!
I do not know how it happened.
Igrew up without
realizing it, in the
middle of the heart.
AUTHOR: CARLOS ETXEBRA

I'm like this poem because I believe the author he was speaking the woman the poem rely on this, maybe in his wife, son, mom etc,but is evident speaking of some of them.
I'm liked in the text by I tink romantic and cute feel author express his feelings. He writes of how the person feels when not coddle says that occupies well maintened and no the duped.
she says she is kept of ilusion! the purchased with the sunand mentions that when caresses wing window looks happy, frace think that I like the poem says is the part thats all I have! I do not know how it happened I grew up culthourt realizing it, in the middle of the heart.
This poem I think is beautful and romantic es the man speaking your love women(beautful,fragile,cut,inocent) we can see that this person is very important to the author definitely not speak of his mother or any woman

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Erick  Israel Del Angel Arellano . The Tyger 

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Erick  Israel Del Angel Arellano . The Tyger 

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"The Tyger" contains only six stanzas, and each stanza is four lines long. The first and last stanzas are the same, except for one word change: "could" becomes "dare."

"The Tyger" is a poem made of questions. There are no less than thirteen question marks and only one full sentence that ends with a period instead of a question mark. Addressing "The Tyger," the speaker questions it as to its creation – essentially: "Who made you Mr. Tyger?" "How were you made? Where? Why? What was the person or thing like that made you?"

The poem is often interpreted to deal with issues of inspiration, poetry, mystical knowledge, God, and the sublime (big, mysterious, powerful, and sometimes scary. Ever heard the phrase, "To love God is to fear him"? That’s talking about something sublime). But it’s not about any one thing: this is William Blake.

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp,

Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears

And water'd heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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Magdalena Lara H
By: Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn`t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster lose somethings every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing father, losing faster places, and name, and where it was you meant to travel. nome of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother`s watch and look! my las, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn`t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones and vaster, some realms i owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn`t a disaster.
-Even losing you (the joking voice a gesture i love) I shan`t have lied. It`s evident.
I like the poem that say the same thing is happening to me right now not everything can be reached also has to go and you have to learn to live with that, one of the reason why chose this poem is that i had someone very special in my life but now no longer but i have to do to the idea that he will never return but will be very difficult.
But somethings was very clear that if you lose someone will not be the end of the worl and i have to hacepted.

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Williams Josue Arias Villalobos

for: Lucie Brock-Broido

I find it
in the cupboard
above the stove

it sits behind
the gluey
jug of syrup

it hides behind
the yogurt container
of congeled lard

the apple welded
to the saucer
resists my pull

the apple sticks with honey,
its slightly puckred skin
still intact

-a healthy shrunken head-
the sliced top tried
with a  red santin ribbon

I untie
lift to look
and see pennies

strong hands
jerk me off the chair

I choose this poem because is beautiful, is very interesting, this poem is about the life, it has conflict

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KISS
White bells with pendulums of anise,
Harmonies of glass where my lips become puppets,
And take me to a gentle river of warm current,
Where I dream with seeing your gaze.

But I refuse to open my eyes again,
Because of the infinite world called kiss,
Where a meager second has a life of happiness,
And the only language is the rose with your skin.

Let me find the rhythm that lies between your ribs,
But it feels as I touch your hands,
And expands with every breath,
Leading me back to your mouth.

So no matter how much I separate my eyelids,
I will return to the place in the middle of your smile,
But not before admiring your face,
And thus have a reason to return.

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Mi favorite poem... SIRLETH VALERIA DE LEON ARELLANO

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Mi favorite poem... SIRLETH VALERIA DE LEON ARELLANO

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I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet) I want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you.

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)

Is mi faborite poem because about of love the poem is bery romantic and interesting it shows that love is the most beautiful that anyone can experience.
It also shows what you can do when in love and fears that you run into when you're so.
teaches you that love is a wonderful experience really worth living and enjoy every one of its facets and remember every detail however small.
It's a bit cheesy but when you're in love understand every part of this poem as if it were your own story.
love is a very good feeling where two people share each of its facets so are the worst.
you must learn to share your life and know how to take the hand of a person to be happy together and enjoy every second you spend next to the person who can be with your life.
THE LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL!!!

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when love comes to living couples dont we make the perfect pair there's romance,love and laughter in the friendship that we share 

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when love comes to living couples dont we make the perfect pair there's romance,love and laughter in the friendship that we share 

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we caree enought to listen to trust, and understand to build a life together side by side and hand in hand
we both know that we are lucky and we have got a good thing going
trough ups and downs and give and take ouy love just kepps on growing
because I bring out the best in you and you the best in my I guess it takes the two of us to make the perfect.

I like me the pòem becouse talk about the feelings of the people. is very beautifull and talk about how feel the people when are in love

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"Jugandote la vida en el estrecho"

That value has a life,
as can be measured,
that value has a wound,
that value has to suffer.

How much does being  aperson,
how much it cost to be happy,
how much it is loved,
and howmuch is dying

why is it always the strait,
which  marks here destiny?
Why mowing our lives,
hardly give appreciation

Do not let life
it becomes a shame,
No longer consent to be lost
well. almost good

Opwn the eyes of my soul
start to work
the strait is not a game
nor life a joke.
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I like this poem because it speaks about life
It gives you a bit of enseñansa and tells you that you have to be grateful to life and everything you have

I identify with this poem because  to me I like to live, I love life and continued to try to find some meaning to life goals and putting me fulfill my dreams I always try to live peacefully and not disturb others

I believe that all people have problems but also think for everything and everyone no solution
I did not choose any love or amistadporque I think those are secondary things in life would first learn to live and learning to live you understand the meaning of life and apart is a very beautiful poem.

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More than the ball
hand part
I narvel at the ball
leaving the ground tired
We all saw througth
the precise angle and cross the space
Never not the globe, or the plane, or bird or arrow
They will leave so full of miracle
I still feel in the foot
It is already among those networks
created by two stones.

I really liked this poem that talks about soccer but talk about the ball, I liked how expresed the feelings evoked  soccer and as a ball is the cause of those feelings, how a ball can leave thousand of people in a sigh mixed emotions whitout breathin apparatus, a ball makes the difference in a game when it enters the goal, no matter it it's in a great stadium or in your neighbohood always the football will be the most beatiful sport, so many ways to doing magic and miracles whit the ball, sighs, emotions to see the ballon out hit by foot whitout knowing exactly where to go, I love the poem because I love the soccer <3

VICTOR DANIEL BECERRA SALAS

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I love
I love to see  you smile and i love knowing that i caused that smile. I love see you happy and i love knowing that  i caused that happiness.
I love to look into your beautiful eyes and i love having the courage to grab and hold yours. i love that i want to be yours i love so many things about you but the most important thing is.. i love you.
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The poem my expression is that it's about love of want a the person which love i,m speak of my girlfriend because this poem remember me a she  about to look her eyes its very beautiful.
I'm speaking that this poem is interesting it's special for that people amorous.
This poem remember me a my girlfriend because i'm lover she's whith all my heart is interesting speak about of this poem  because there are many people that are  lovers and they search poems to dedicate a their girlfriends.
These poems have a object to get smile all people than they're loves.

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''When love comes to loving couples''

When love comes to loving couples,
don't we make the perfect pair,
there's romance, love and laughter
in the friendship that we share.

We care enough to listen,
to trust, and understand
to build a life together,
side by side and hand in hand

We both know that we are lucky
and were have got a good thing going

Through ups and downs
and give and take
our love just keeps on growing...

Because I bring out the best in you,
and you the best in me
I guess it takes the two of us
to make the perfect we.

I liked the poem because it is very true what you say about love she says that when love comes wings couples in love we are concerned as listening, trust and understand wing person we want.

That in a relationship there will always be ups and downs that are obstacles if theychallenge will strengthen the relationship and both are benefited because love continue to grow.

Also in a relationship both must give the best of itself to perfec.

Everything he says the poem is very true and leaves us in a relationship messagealways give the best of you and if you love someone to fight for that person.

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THE SLEEPER

of Edgar Alan Poe

At midnight in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapour, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top.
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the univeral valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin moulders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps! -- and lo! where lies
(Her easement open to the skies)
Irene, with her Destinies!

Oh, lady bright! can it be right --
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop --
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully -- so fearfully --
Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring sould lies hid,
That o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thous no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come p'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress!
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!

The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye,
While the dim sheeted ghosts go by!

My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold --
Some vault that oft hath flung its black
And winged pannels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals --
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone --
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.

My favorite poem is the sleeper because  it's beautiful, about of  the life summary in a night, but is sad because, the night dead when the sun appears in the morning.
In a night expresses the life of a person, but it has an end as the life.

The night begins growing from nothing and finally in the dead

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My poem  is:
Abyss
An endless time of empatiness we are living:
plants, animals, peaple...
fell in to the abyss, The earthquake move our souls to the strong feeling, such as sadness, my tears grow
who is not guilty?

That's my poem and I liked  becase is a intresting concept. I know is a little sad but I understand whitch it what the author meant or so I think. I think  the author meant is to express a one or more peaple what is the abyss.
and I think the author want to tell us that we need to get out the abyss to outdo and succeed in the life that's what I think.

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Alma Fabiola Cruz Delgadillo

Eternity is immense and there is only silence fear invades me and I despair
to scream for help without anyone listening beg and suffer my fate in this hell but you better be here loving you in silence

If you love the vastness of the silence that requires no need to call for help, no matter anyone to listen you will not suffer for your destination, always silent amaras the love that you deserve ...

Quietly without anyone knowing. Quietly and just take here in my chest,
and get settled in my mind. My love well only you are mine. Love on secret...

It is to allow my feeling ride the sake of the wind ... recrearte each morning gelida or warm alborada painting me your Is sighing by the window feeling that is close to your presence

It is unfolding my being, my essence in song verses and devotion without expecting anything ...

It is to feel your touch of fantasy that fill me with joy if only in my soul

Love on secret... committed to this fire that fills my soul with longing sometimes happy ... or torment if only answer to my feeling ...

I shut up my love
I will devote every day
to vivirte in my dreams
be my longing so I will fight every morning to lavantarme and every night you will seras my last thought.

I still hope have you by my side, Walking hand grabbing, streets and waiting for me when I talk too with those kisses my sweet star.

I'm here amandote in sound not produced, kissing musical keys that are not written, dreaming a silencion that would change my life, Here, only here amandote silent.

Silent spend hours waiting to see wanting to talk, wanting to hug wishing that your kisses I'm loving you in silence

Recalling that have one to break the silence, and he is hoping that the mine is destroyed, with groans produced by stroking your body.

And then in the same silence, admire your beauty, sunset, warm.

Admire beauty, like the sunset and drink the passion you rebosas, enceder our souls in the kissing game, and feel like your burning strands of hair, snakes in lust,

They caress my back with deliberate tenderness. And so, my most beautiful torment, are my fantasies in helante silence after dreaming to have you as my body.

Nothing escapes this abysmal silence. Still here submerged in secret, wrapped in desire to own your kisses, I'm on the trail of a distant love, that every moment is ami side.

I am prey to this delusion,Which brings me to heaven and makes me forget you are a secret love.You're the one can not forget...

Autores: Jesus Martinez, Jorge Luis Otero and Gustavo Aguero

*The reason that this the poem, I like it because it's so cut.
I love this poem though this very long, as I think the poems are the best way to espresar feelings, and the above poem is a clear example I like that the text some very good metaphors are used.
I shut up my love

I will devote every day to live my dreams be my longing so I will fight every morning to lavantarme and every night you will seras

This is my favorite part of the poem since I have been in the situation of having loved alguin silent and this stanza of poemis the best express the importance of the human being whom I love in silence and the importance it It gives my life as it is mentioned that is my all but silent.
I think it's the best way to express love and demaciado know that poems express feelings in a very beautiful way.
I think the author is very good, because I think love is very large and therefore had big inspiration.

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You're never too young to get an empire, not too old to pursue a new dream.
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I like this poem or phrase becouse it motivates you may have new dreams in mind and carry them out becouse as never says is too young to make an empire and this helps you to think big about what would you do and what you want to have.
You're never too old to have a new dream, you should always be planning something different not only to plan but also to figth for what is meet and rest until you've achieved and will be time  to enjoy so much you I fought.
This phrase helps you to plan anything and see that you can do it no matter what knowledge you have about what you want to do and follow that dream up results.

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Dream life with passion

This world is full of injustices ,
do not embitter your life for it ,
that will be happy , seeing the beautiful,
enjoying without hatred or malice .

It is difficult to withstand that pressure ,
when you see that things are not fair
but if you intend to enjoy what you want
you'll have to bite the bullet .

This life is not fair, no sir
but if you lose your illusion escapes,
and injustice immerses you in pain.

This life , you have to dream it with passion,
and still being unjust , it will be much better,
of good things, fill your heart .

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The poem I chose it because I liked about the life of how we take advantage of the best and move forward without surrender or stay in one place without better ourselves . Life is just an opportunity that we must seize and that is full of happiness , full of beauty that we admire . In life we are full of dreams we have to realize nothing is impossible if we want it. Life is a challenge where we laugh , we love , we forgive , we cry, we win or lose where we can stumble, but we always have to get up and move on because time passes and opportunities go. It is a fight we must accept. Life is an adventure, a risk. Life is now and is unique is too precious that we must not destroy must improve . Life is too short to wait and not fulfill our dreams.

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life can be complicated, painful and full of attributes. there are days that even getting out of bed is hard ... But you know what happens?
It will have siemore other days, other people other times and other stories that make it worthwhile.
It will always be a new beginning, new opportunities, surprises, coincidences and encounters that can change everything. Be patient

what inspires me
I life first by its title, I inspired much to time of read the title and to know who wrote it. There are parts what called the attention simply why you motivates to hot give up. to give me account, that I hever give me up by that dream, so desire gave me hopes to move on and also that life can be painful , that will come days poinful, that I will not want to ni awakeing butthese words I encourage that was super nervous but when I read this poem. they will come new friends wrath possing day and got a great many friends, I will have patience and manys spirits to put up with all that come.

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I can write the saddest verses tonight.
Write, for example: "The night is starry
and shiver, blue stars, far away ".
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this I held my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I also loved her.
How not to have loved her great still eyes.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To think that I do not have her. Feeling I've lost her.
Hear the inmense night, even more without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew on the grass.
Does it matter that my love could not keep it.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That is all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance.
My soul is not content with having lost it.
As though to reach my eyes search.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, the ones then, are not the same.
I no longer love her, true, but how I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Of other. It will be another. As before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.
Because on nights like this I held my arms,
My soul is not content with having lost it.
Though this be the last pain she causes me,
and these the last verses that I write.

The poem is a memory, in which the poet comes sometimes to doubt whether has really come to love the woman who was once his and just really we appreciate what we had, often, once we have lost. The poet uses the starry night as the setting for memory.
Because this lonely without her, unable to recover it. It may be the place of happiness and love, to became the scene of the melancholy. With a dark of night  and stars as only consolation .The night is shattered . She is absent in your life
Virtue posed to the man or woman to love and be loved, concluding that when love is to suffer, but before suffering is a enjoyable without measure, is a person who has never been able to find love, albeit only fleeting love.

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JORDI ALEJANDRO CAMPOS MARTINEZ, MOTHER 

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JORDI ALEJANDRO CAMPOS MARTINEZ, MOTHER 

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HER HANDS HELD ME GENTLY THE DAY I TOOK MY FIRST BRATH
HER HANDS HELPED TO GUIDE ME AS I TOOK MY FIRST STEP
HER HANDS HELD ME CLOSE WHEN THE TEARS WOULD START TO FALL
HER HANDS WERE QUICK TO SHOW ME THAT SHE WOULD TAKE CARE OF IT ALL
HER HANDS WERE THERE TO BRUSH MY HAIR OR STRAIGHTEN A WAYWARD BOW
HER HANDS WERE OFTEN HERE TO COMFORT THE HURTS THAT DIDN'T ALWAYS SHOW
HER HANDS HELPED HOLD THE STARS IN PLACE WHEN I CAPTURED THEM AT LENGTH
HER HAND WOULD ALSO PUCH ME, THOUGH NOT DOWN OR IN HARM'S WAY
HER HANDS WOULD PUNCTUATE THE WORDS JUST DO WHAT I SAY
HER HANDS SOMETIMES HAD TO DISCIPLINE TO HELP BEND THIS YOUNG TREE
HER HANDS WOULD SHAPE AND MOLD ME INTO ALL SHE KNEW I COULD BE
HER HANDS ARE NOW TWSTING WITH AGE AND YEARS  OF WORK
HER HAND NOW NEEDS MY GENTLE TOUCH TO RUB AWAY THE HURT
HER HANDS NOW NEEDS MY GENTLE TOUCH TO RUB AWAY THE HURT
HER HANDS ARE MORE BEAUTIFUL TGHAN ANYTHING CAN BE
HER HANDS ARE HE REASON I AM ME
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I choose this poem because is very beautiful and the most important speak about the love of the  one mother, this love is the better felling in the world 'cause any body, she always protect all yours son's, all the time are concerned about us. My mom, for me is the besT mother in the world, she teach me all values and  the person who I'm right now  is thanks for my mom, she made me be noble and grateful with people around me. This poem make me remeber when I was child because my mom give me the best love that a mother can give  to her son. Thanks of my mon I have the best childhood I can had.

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Sitting in the park in the city, tall green trees all aroun me sunlight filtering through every branch thus i will do my best to be quite witty.
the silence in the park calms my spirit, people walking sloely so peacefully , many of the sitting down reading a book , some come and go riding a bicycle so happily,
not far from me
the sound of water in the brook, a child playing with a swing ,another sitting down playingin the sand, who knows what tomorrow will bring, although we live far away in another land.
People die, all of us strive to be happy, others think lifecan be rather crappy,in the end, one day we all will fly.
Sitting in the park, on an autumn pleasant day, watching people walking by so many things we want to say, how many times we will have to cry.

I chose this poem because the message has seemed its very good, and i also identify with the words  that make it as are the tranquility, peace, silence and happiness that people feel when walking through a place where you can feel and breathe the the tranquility and peace. Another reazon why i chose this poem is because i am from the people who like to walk in the parks, wheter for walking, exercising or just live whit the people either my family or my friends spend a moment of peace and quiet together.
usually when you go for a walk to the park you meet many people and also know many never your see in your life and it is almost certain thatif you find a place like this will always be happy with a small draw on his face

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"Come with me"

"Take my hand and come with me to hell
don't worry it's ok in this place anyone
can't hurt you except yourself
but i'll be by your side
to care you until i die
when my time just come for me
finally i can use my wings
to carry you to the paradise
but it won't be the heaven
it will be your heart."

my feeling is: I like this poem  because it is very romantic and also because it  describes a person that looks after  his soul mate. I think what the love is cool while it is reciprocate.
I think the risk that one takes time and sharing life with another person is something great, that risk is worth taking.