Love Poems
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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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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
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Decorate meIn your golden tresses,And rain upon meYour tears of nectar.I see so much sweetness in our minds,Released emotions upon the world’s green forests,As we breathe each other’s scents,We are so very simple. Death cannot come to us,When life makes us comfortable.In arms, we will dance, and dance, forever,Beautiful, in our marriage, in our love,In
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Why had love grownPast the thorn that we thought was higherThan the top of your crowned head? You are the woman with feeling abound,And the bitterness that surroundsMy mouth,Was from your timeworn kiss,From smallest lipsDripping with the yellowest poison,Displaying the fever between us. A fever, a warmth,Alike the sun, alike honey.Alike the sweetness from what
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I hold one wicked smile,Within one shattered palm,As I have tamed it,Made it a name,In my house of sculptures.Beauty and conscious mind,Suffering from my delusions,Becomes paranoia,And complete fear,Because, there is a state of agonyTo behold, before me.A place for me,Next to Satan, in my house of martyrs. Beauty and beauty,Becomes foiled at my touch,Turns to
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I thirst for the momentWhen I can peel back the skin from my tongue,And see,Only what I could not reach forward forIn the dimming haze of this winter forest,But only what I had tasted,Being the rain of different droplets,From different places on this Earth. Death and denial,Have an eternal place,A marriage in Hell,A hand waving
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Upon highest waters,Where the currents match our tears,We were once in arms, tragic and longLike the moon with its great form,Bleeding newness into night,So that the sun may greet the paleWith its roaring hues. All I feel,Is this fiery pain,While a grave sleeps beside me,It had started before me,And now slumbers, continuously. Every gray fieldOf
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My love,My beauty,My once-held power.Upon your hair, there are ornaments of ice,While there is pain upon my mind.There are great statues in the wildernessFor us both to see.Their splendor has been an easy achievement,To fill the void, of an artist,Of one forgotten creator. I once created, what has collapsed.What has been called “beautiful”,Is only now
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To what you said, on the yesterday,I now recoil at the memory.My mind will not stay still, my tears will not stop flowing.My body shudders, while my hands shake,My fears are what flood the Earth, with all of everythingI knew to be, the utmost tragedy. Where was God, in my place,Where was love, for my
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Threads weaved about, curves among blessed curves,A small pup in your shadow,You’ll scorn the thing to its hiding,With lips made of scarlet stripes.To some painter with his wielded brush,To some sculptor with his hands in the white,To each golden bit of skin, with golden highlights,In satin and velvet, there is you, with face full of
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If ever a cat could sing,And show to meAll melodies upon a mouth made of gold,From whispers made to pluck,And eyes made to stare.Love at first sight upon its kindest gaze,Wondrous gaze, and fervent glance,I would love it, hold its form, with graceful curves,And its ever-more graceful step,I would watch from a careful distance. If
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Like the sun, soon when it rises,Up towards an area developed in noontide,Where contentment should breach itself into life,I feel but the sun, as well, crawling up my stomach,To a heart made of love,To a heart injected in the confusion,To this massive feeling.As the sun rises, shows its life,So does my heart,Though, the pain surges.
Modern Romanticism 