Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

Poem – “A Serpent’s Marriage” – Romance – 11/9/2019

November 9, 2019

All of my pain
Goes into this kill,
This one kiss upon the terrible form
That sought me to be still
That sought me out,
To be heavy with the weight of loss,
For you were there,
Until you were not.

Your absence might appear kind,
It is unlike the place I will find
Yourself, among the dust of a ruined city.
Might it be one that you collapsed,
Might it be one where we embraced,
Might it be one where we entrusted,
Fate, to see us laced,
In the twine of love.

And I will come with a dagger weighing
In the hand of a man’s temperament,
In the hand of authority.

There is nothing to die for,
And nothing to live for,
For such, I will drag you back to see

The real terror.


Poem – “Withered Rose, or Brazen Kiss” – Romance – 11/9/2019

November 9, 2019

Fall upon me with the world apart,
And I will offer you a word,
To see you married, to see you gladly
Dressed in the adornments befitting
Elegance of all its domain.

People do not know, the pleasures we make
Of each other.
People will not know, the symptoms we create,
That race forever.
They will not ever see the subtlety of love.

They are too much like rats,
Scurrying towards a trap,
Towards a fate,
Towards hate.
They need chaos, and we need an empire,
In our hearts, in our glistening hearts,
Where we may find that Hell will hear our commands.

Come upon me,
Or what will you do?
What else to do,
Besides drink up our own version
Of madness?

Poem – “Love is a Blanket of Eternity” – Romance – 11/9/2019

November 9, 2019

Love is a shell,
When it is not covered,
By something that will nestle it
In moments as sweet as beading faces
Of a woman, hot in exercise.

Cities as old as time,
All bow before the might of love,
When it is that blanket of eternity.
A kiss, one heated kiss,
Upon a mouth, sends through shivers.

A blanket, for it is a quilt,
Made of silk, the softest silk,
From a spider that knows not to lie,
Whose web would be a single string,
From a woman who knows not to cry.

Love is a blanket of eternity,
And I have covered a grave with it.

This bed of soil,
Is only a bed of flowers.

The Tena Poems – Truest Love – “Her Attitude & Posture” – Romance – 11/8/2019

November 8, 2019

Raise a smile,
Why don’t thee,
And show me, so that I may see,
Your happiness and tranquility.
Though, a character as yours,
One that fully endures,
My entertaining of a bit of difference,
A side to me, deserving restraint,
Deserving compliance with sense.

I do not deserve to see you any different,
Than to have the character of one woman,
Whose attitude and posture are so alike,
So alike, a one woman of cuss and swear
So alike, one woman of hurt.

A past brittle in the aspect of pain,
And you maintain the gesture,
To do away with family and members
Of all closeness,
Of no wickedness.
Oh, beauty. With your smile that never shows,
I am to accept you, little one,
Is that not what love does?

I do deserve you,
The handsomest of creatures,
The most beautiful of women,
Hair alike the dead leaves of Autumn,
And lips alike pink quartz,
Adorable in attitude and posture,
Wicked in remarks I’ll never call away.
And favorable in places of all dismay.

For you are alike the world when it ends,
Though, your attitude and posture,
Will be truest when all make amends.

The Tena Poems – Truest Love – “Upon the Day you Arrive” – Romance – 11/6/2019

November 6, 2019

Upon the day when you arrive,
Adorned in something fragrant,
Dressed in something treasured,
It could be only love between, the threads of a garment,
The threads of a worn heart, of a torn heart,
That I’ve promised to mend,
So much alike the garments, I’d do away with,
So much alike the pain, I’d do away with.

Upon the day when you will climb
The reaches of our love,
I will be there to support
Your golden legs and the very home of heart
We’ve sworn to protect,
We’ve sworn to defend,
Beloved, allow my kisses to be swallowed whole,
Among all the beauty that’d never cease to be.

Face me, and I’ll treasure you,
Upon when you complete your climb.
Know that I’ve kept you strong,
As you’ve done the same.
I’ve nested a single seed,
In a small heart,
Where so much hurt has taken place,
And I will raise you, to even newer heights.

Upon the day when you arrive,
I’ll always be the man to see you survive.

Poem – “Curves that Swallow the Earth” – Romance – 11/6/2019

November 6, 2019

Love is a wing, and I have been caressed
By it, by the hip that I hold,
By the lips, bold in red.
By the few lashes that extend far from eyes
That are tinted in bluish contrast.

Beloved, so loved you are, beneath me,
As I am above, I see you,
Your face and your eyes, and your breast
Curves that surround the Earth, as the sun.
Curves that are heated, like when
They were forged, by a blacksmith and his hammer,
And created woman, after woman.

I am blessed by you,
You, and your fiery love.
You and your melodious sighs,
Offered in repetition.
Offered in sequences, offered in turns,
Beloved, come closer, to a place near,
To my heart and its thudding rhythm.

I have shown up among these curves,
Those hips that are alike the extended womb,
Those legs that are alike the Steinway,
Those eyes that are alike the ripples of a lake
Forming tears whenever I kiss you.

Poem – “A Streak upon Her Cheek” – Romance – 11/5/2019

November 5, 2019

Fall down to ask,
What will come to be,
And lay down to bask,
In the warm waters of fallen tears,
Hurled from Heaven, laid in untold truths.
You have sympathies growing large,
And held memories upon a swollen shoulder.
My eyes do see,
What is meant to be,
A beautiful memory.
One beautiful memory kept ahead,
So pleasantly.

I light the way for us to see,
While chimes play in our hearts.
As the wind circles around,
And seems to embrace a waist,
Curled against mine, forcing it against,
A hand that always leveled you,
A hand that always molded you.

My place among the stars,
Is yet among the darkness.
Swallowing each individual tear
That drains from your streaked cheeks.

One to hold, and another to drink,
Like a fountain without limit,
To emotion, to the notion,
Of a love I had wished well,
To go on,
It had moved on.

One note sent to the grave,
And another born upon a wave,
That crested, before it nested,
In the isolation of those I saved.

Poem – “Her Mournful Attitude” – Romance – 11/5/2019

November 5, 2019

The breeze between each lash,
Above thy gentle eyes,
Moves to and fro, above those glistening tears.
Oh, how beautiful it all reveals itself,
Alike the vulnerability above your chin,
Where waters dribble from your nose.
The love we’ve expected to see,
And survive within,
Has collapsed entirely,
Upon our decaying forms.

We are like two crosses without the Saints,
Alike two spaces of only the emptiness.
Alike the faces defaced from a Buddha,
Alike the children of motherly abandon.

We cannot console the bereaved,
When we are one.
We cannot rent apart our fears,
When we have swallowed them.
We are but two droplets of bitterness,
Upon toxic roses, as November dew.

I feel the fire upon you,
You, with your mournful attitude.

Poem – “The Agitated, Forlorn Lover” – Romance – 11/5/2019

November 5, 2019

My dear, you’ve kept building what ought to be thrown
From the highest precipice,
To the furthest ocean,
And rent apart by waves acting as hands.
Hands from God, hands from Satan,
We are beloveds, always in arms, though I am angered.
I am angered by a world,
By a world that knows to seize
Love, at every opportunity,
And replace it with the utility,
Of industry.
Please deny me your place among the stones,
Among the rocks, by the sea,
For I am without longing to plea,
Longing to see,
Without the tears,
All that has made us timeless in each embrace.

Those waves, those currents, those shores,
Cannot be what they are, when you are vaster.

Poem – “God’s Suffering Woman” – Romance – 11/4/2019

November 4, 2019

God adores thee, as He sits beside me,
Upon my dying bed of agony.
My disease has been this welded moment
Welding my heartstrings through themselves.
Breathe into me,
Your life, as a kiss,
God will hold thy feeble hand,
For I am an old man,
With many sorrows.
And you are His woman, His nuptial being.

God has loved you more than me,
God has adored you more than I
Ever had; though, he made our vows,
And wrote them on immaculate pages
Adorned with feverish petals,
Of orange, red, and yellow.

Romance is at my left hand,
And you hold it.
Love of no suffering, is at my right hand,
And God holds it.

Love is a place of no fear,
And adopted never by the feared.
Do I fear God?
Or, do I fear myself
To die,
And leave alone,
God’s suffering woman?