Poem - Photoshop Contest [4 entries]

I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box Picture

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I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box - created by chinmay


I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box
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"I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box " by Rabindranath Tagore .
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-found-a-few-old-letters/
thanks to lockstockb for Wooden box pic and to jxr006 for Seeking the answer pic . (5 years and 2140 days ago)

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The Rose that Grew from Concrete - created by Kica


The Rose that Grew from Concrete
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Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

by Tupac Shakur (5 years and 2142 days ago)

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The Panther - created by CMYK46


The Panther
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A panther is like a leopard
except it hasn't been peppered
should you behold a panther crouch
prepare to say ouch
better yet, if called by a panther
don't anther.

Ogden Nash (5 years and 2137 days ago)

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Edgar's Love - created by Drivenslush


Edgars Love
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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe (5 years and 2138 days ago)

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