Love Poems
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Let us start ourselves on a path Past the remembrances only seeped in the darkness. Dipped in the blackness of crudest oil That had polluted a current, so far back. I will love With many places to carve my name, For homes, and the shelters I build With hands made of iron. From spot to
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She lurches forward to kiss Horrors into my scalp. Like one shadow let loose from lips buried In the redness of an apple, Plucked from the orchard to be bitten By how she encompasses Eve, as most sinister in shape. She follows wherever I travel, Where it be, in my mind or by my side,
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Feel the currents Running through Palm atop palm In the frozen mist Becoming gentle gravity. To weigh us down, We’ll both kiss.
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Come what will,As you, to me, the most potent pill.What will be, for my mindTruly kind?It will be you, within the greatest streams of bloodAs rolling fog.No longer will tears move their waves across my cheeks,Resulting from the sadness of absence,But, in everything from you, that delicately speaks. I see redness in everything beautifulAbout you.My
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How does the man behindThe counter feelFor the drunk he is feeding a bleakness?For the job, he is misleading.And,For the drunk, he is leading. Love is the hope within the bottleWhere no liquid resides.Just a message of hopeFor the man attempting to run along the roadWith fire behind him.The man behind the counter will still
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Piloted on wingsCentered on springs.She had leaped, more than once, from cliffs made of collapsed Earth,Only for me, to see, what should not be, of this pain that had been birthed.Joy cannot settle on her skin,While I call to her, in unhealthy dins. Where were we, once?What were we, once?The purest things?The most fragile things?We
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Blanketed by romanceIn the third degreeBurns upon my molten skin.And I’ll kiss my own wounds, under the sun,As the monster I have become. She sung her praises aloudTo me, the blamed fiend. When rivers stream their run of lavaTo the bloody lakes below.When beauty mocks perplexityAs my madness against her sadness,I’ll forever receive the burning
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Sunken beneath, the tides, as you wereMy solace, the source to my wellOf tears.I threw a line for your freedom, when I saw you were drowning.I threw it, to save you from the uncertainty that kept you weeping.For each drop in the tide, was yours.Though, the well was mine. I looked back to the well,For
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Above ground,You were grand, with eyes like the emerald watersOf two distant ponds.And, you had the clearest vision, as a woman of realism.And me, a man of idealismDrew fantasies in curves, and grew obsessiveOver our love’s successiveNature to disasters. I became the savior for you,As you had winter for blankets,And I removed themFor the summer
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The worn feeling,The pressuring sensation,To move.The dryness in my heart, where should stir blood,The motion of my form, against the songs of sadness,Bellowed from my lips. The loss,The emptiness,Inside of me.The beauty that was with you, something held upon like gold,The form you would give to me, as something to hold in one arm,Has become
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My heart fills with the solitudeOf a thousand-and-one waking nightmares,Up from the deep blue,Where each horror had slept in deepest rest.With the sun burning high above,Not nearly enough,To wear down my discarded loveThat does not dry on the soft sands. Love is a failure, upon my weary shoulders,For my death is near.I can hear them
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Bled upon the leavesWas my sorrows.I held tears on the edges of my fingers,And swept them into rivers cold as ice.Love held a bitter burnUpon my tongue,As a feeble memory lingersIn my trembling heart. Love cannot be this miserableTo have undone.For why is itThat I have to begin at square one? Like two meadows apart,She
Modern Romanticism 