Love Poetry
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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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Return what makes meSentence quillFrom cage to its freedom,Breaking as the shellUpon you, my well. Rise to me,Do not recede from me,While I walk with heavy stones,Dragging currents alongPetaled eyelids. Run over meYour sweeping breath,Forming decay intoIts strengthened return,From death. I will what cannotCommence, with ease,On the onslaughtFor these subdued emotionsConcealing all the earth’s oceans.
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On the journeyBack to delicate tornShreds of a deserted fieldWhere you were raisedAs a single flowerWith petals flown, emptyTo the stagnant touchOf the winds. I will soar youBeyond the last mileThe earth has to stretch for,In the sum of all mathematicalNumerical.Concealed as you areUpon the openness of stars,CyclicalWith funerals to your stare. Gravitate, as youFind…
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Picture howFinal terrorsWere warm beginningsFor the faces that did laugh,At the end. Picture nowThe stories caught at angles,Bleeding for miles acrossShapeshifted understandingFor the forests that meltedWhispers into glades. Emptiness in the hollow well,For no cement could encrustA depiction of her fall. I still wishFor the dawn to comeEven as the rose petals fallInto burning fields.…
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Describe youIn simple ways,I cannot.EnamoredBy engrossing details – A shoreline curve to a hip,Pebbled beachTo make both eyes and breasts,Fingers, like candlesBurn garmentsTo the ashen floor. WatchfulOf subtle hints,Bared auras,Scenery to taste,Loins to wasteIn the grave intoxicationIn the entrance, of womanhood. Lifted sights,Disassembled breaths,A face that does not surrenderTo the lifetime of age. Hair that…
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Among you, for you,The waters keep curlingThe fog around your eyes,Porcelain,Drying against the laneWhere sadness is your stainOn the arms, embracing closeRemembrance of the fallen. Upon you, around youWhere teeming life does swirlIn the galaxy where keeps your heartSwollen, to never partFrom the idle awakening of a startTo your life’s journey to a mythOf happiness,…
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Poem #1 “A Wake of Disbelief” Here, to writeOut the nameless namesOf people with forgotten faces,For nothing more coatedIn cleansing tears,In the sickness of not rememberingWhat you have become of my heartWill make me burn brighter. Wild eyesSee the nightCrawl with stains upon the walls,Of waving shadowsSpeaking “farewell” to the glimpseOf mirth and void. Laughter…
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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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Due for the Delicate Kiss A Drawbridge to You Love’s Wishbone A Celebration of Love and Drunkenness When Fire Shares its Words Withdrawn and Withheld To Brush a Tear Aside Lust has an Open Image My Eyes Show Tears Alive, and Unwell Candles Melting Against Blossomed Breast Grant Him His Fortune Love, by Sunrise Beautiful…
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Why light,WhySo bright?What have I burnedOf the stilled tomorrow?Her hair radiates,Her skinEscalates, the tempest,Me,And the fuses at the endsOf herWorn fingers. BeautySmiles, one of heavinessTo myAching body.Her ownEclipses what I see of light,So bright,With giants to every step,Every encroaching hourTo my feeble sight. Lead on,My womanWhose arms crawl,Whose legs drag,Though still remains beautifulTo even the…
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This was delayed, because a new cover had to be made. It will be released, very soon.
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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…
Modern Romanticism 