romanticindeed
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Should I have known to slow the funeralUpon arriving to it?When seeing your form, in a state of no tomorrow,I breathed a sigh that revealed the cold,And gave my grief my hat to hold. Your form is as lifeless as the winter, with no shadow to show.Because, the sun has bled its last into the…
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When Hell cannot be quelledOf its shaping design, to forge a fire in my mind,There are the eyes, I always followTo where they point,Upon my bosom, where a bruised heart, burns black.A little woman with her hair in tangles,And suffering as a stain upon only her skin,Because, she has tasted flame,The flame of deprivation, to…
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Like the pauper, sideways upon the roadways.Like the pauper’s eyes, with no stare that enters backwardsTo the trailing mind, like the road before him.Like the pauper’s mind, imagined to be HellishIn whatever dream he’s conjured to pursue,Because the sun seems too hot, and unreachable,As the gold he’s longed to breathe,It is us. A nothingness, in…
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“Where else would time take us?”Said the man, disavowed.The little child at his feet, wished it could see,For with blinded eyes, it only groped,And was seen no differentBy that man.Because, the child was poor. A woman full of buttons to her cloak,Garbed in elegant modesty,Swam in the hatred from a man’s disgrace.Her child, singing with…
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I knew to love,What was trusted deeplyTo the nuptial part of our romance,Before an altar with primrose and tulip,And the sight of Christ upon our faces. And, it was yours he shared the most attention,As you wept, among the repeated sighs,To the warm wind of this summer height.A little droplet of morning dew nested beneath…
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A mind made with shelves, adorned in the booksThat read the past with much awareness,And a heart that recedes with the tideOf a bloody sea.No fault could ever welcome itselfInto your open arms,For you possess a form,That outdoes even the sea with its many currents,And many curves,From cresting waves. I am in love with a…
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The distilled honeyFrom a thousand flowersThat blossomed nectar,To meet the sun,And shone there,High above,In the early noontide of this spring day. I came awayTo see thee,And soon set upon a pathIn a forest of green,Lost and unawareTo my motions,For they were as your own. Stumbling through these narrow pathwaysBeneath feet covered in stone,I groped for…
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Downed by displeasureTo a dying day.And then, downed by your hands,To roaring sheets,To see the evening in your eyes,And then, the sunset upon your lips.For you were the oneTo kiss the day to vanish away. My beauty, with hair so vivid in its angles,And with body stark in its curves,Alike those to the Earth,And when…
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I filled my eyes with the droplets of joyTo believe in you,During when I had believed in you,The delicate iris for my eye.With each petal I had then pluckedTo the greatest farewell,And the shortest goodbye. Your beauty was the sun,And the moon, combined.Resplendent, as a radiant star,And how I could hold you, when you were…
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The grace, had all laid among wastes,With the taste of blood upon our frozen tongues,For we could not speak when time was not friendly.Time was only between us,Creating a horrid barrier,A blockade, of sorts,Tragedy was our craving,As we both wavedTwo syllables from each our hands,The farewell, that drew us apart. Full of spite, we were,Among…
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You’d first lay me down,To the bloody sea,Where raises horns from deep below,A buried empire where fears surely show.Deny me enough,Little lady of a void,Your chamber holds only whispers,Kindness and mercyCombined.Am I enough for the treasures we’ll both share?Am I true to the blessings we’ll both wear? An eagerness, of sorts,Of grace, and faces nestled…
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Foiled by a pen,Wrote a word too embedded in love,Sunk the tip of the quill deep in the ink,And marked my heart,Words that should raise,Though thwartMy heinous mind. Fairy of the night,With wings that shed flakes of snow,There is, for you, a palace you should know.It was for when we created peace,By a night dipped…
Modern Romanticism 