Love Poems
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I came here to repeat wordsfrom a voice that tells its soulful song,from a muted bird. I came hereto see what will nevercome back to me.Like springtime jealousiesmourning over lossesof unshaped emptiness,of a white canvas,of a tabula rasa gifting opportunityfor all enslaved colors. You are a body’s lengthburied, in soil, unevenwith the heartbeat of mine
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I live. Your streaming fingerstrace veins where should be scars,pass along scars where should beyour hollow kisses.I keep connecting youto those long pathwayswhere I deserted old photographs,where I left those notesthat described all your details.I want, though cannotbury you, again, in a heartmade to somehowkeep beating. You are cemented in corridors,added as each blockto build
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You hold candles to burn us toSpecks upon an aching shoulder.Why fall, when we knewTo give the ocean its space?One final teardrop breaks into cinders,With heat upon your form I trace.Walk back those eyesFrom afar, to bleeding arms. Do not stop sinkingEven when reaching the end of me.You were strong upon your own scenery.Never decide,
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You were not meant to beA god’s pet or a priest’s belief.You were meant to be rebornIn arms as broken as yours.Strained wrists, palms are torn,While waters exit from eyesTo see the same sort of skies. While the world uncoversShredded skin, dusted fleshBeneath sheets atop bed of death – Love reveals a grave realityThat nothing
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The ill times in whichAll wounds were unstitched.Unbound, to bring the sigh,Aimless as the goodbye,Wishful with the fateful declineIn life’s caretaking sunshine. We wished to keep travellingWithin overburdened arms.A caress to keep the sun up high,One kiss to hush the painful cry. We wept for all the brokenTimes we were unspoken. Failing to swim, apartFrom
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It is a pathwayUpon another, to a gatewayFor another, towards her arms.A challenge with no alarmWith the tears that runTo wake a man to the sun. Someone says to the final wordThat the shadows are all brokenWith the fade of her.A longing to a passage, a scripture,One fault, alone in the winter. One chance, to
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Poem #1 “Awaiting Fog” TranslateThe thicknessAround your eyes.Smother your discomfortWith ease and surrender,For defeat to shedAshes to your toes. Dance with the deepest sighsTo plume from reddest lips.Give finalityTo each falling grace.Grab your basketFull of the scenery you plucked,To birth taste, from your tears. Drunk on sorrows,Amorous with your fears.Laid there, not curvingTo the unkind
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Reveal to meWhat can fall throughSilver clouds, and silver moon.Reveal to meAll I can catch for the timeless chordsChiming until the meadow’s end.For when you reveal to meYour eyes black as the night,I know you cannot reveal to meThe little things we both cried for. Reveal to meYour bosom for the consumptionOf Heavenly droplets of
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Startled presence,Do not be alarmed.Be in comfortWhen I hold your head back on my arm.Your tearsFall to be consumedBy an outspread tongue.I need to knowYour light is greater than my own. Can you believeIn dreams,Once more? I live for the reckoningOf a preserved moment.No more loss, to drench our souls. Let loveCross skies, sent forward
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Beneath the wilted roses, I seem a fragrance too many. Too often left upon my bones To drink of something else sweet. Your absence has buried my heart, Left me full of the dark. You loosened me, then dropped me Like the infant upon his neck. I felt the summer come too close, For winter
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Without a crown,I am no empireFor you to call homeUpon the highest throneWhere thorns wrap aroundAnd feed our pain a greater wordThan mere want. Here is a wedding in spring.There are your lips, for the tasteWith droplets falling offLike from the tulip’s petals. Here are your eyesFor the cherishing,For the yearning,For the blessing, of our
Modern Romanticism 