Love Poetry
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I keep pondering. Looking overyour shoulders and mine,caught in a sudden danceof unified paranoia.I bring you closer to find eyesexactly like mine. I hear your sighscomparable to breezesthat send leaves spiraling.We dance in this continual twist,hearing our names floodedat our decaying feet. All we have committedin these regained hoursis a relit torch. A heart that…
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If those stars can be counted,with the melting candlesbaring their relit wicks withour hearts repeatedly beatingfor no other excuse, no other reasonthat wind will only move usto each other’s arms,as we kiss, beyond our shells,beyond our warming Hell. If our eyes can be found,let us know no soundother than rhythms hearddeep in an ocean, brought…
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Rush. Touch.With faint eyes,limp arms, nothing is everhalfway to being over.We have fallennext to each other,looking at our clouds,dark, but never raining. Barren stage. We are here,counting seconds, beforeanother beginning,another act to begin playingour scores, our shallow insightsinto a betterment,other than simple blights. Will we find somethingbeyond the clouds,beyond haze? A curtain is oftena third…
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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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Travel this way.The moon does not hangAnother hour,For you to go acrossA bridge where no one meets.You deserve companyOn the lips, bandaged of the iron.From bloodied scarsTo Heaven’s stars. Come this wayTo meet a fire of your belonging.Burn awayAll moments, to becomeA grand eternity.Each layer to your tressesBleak, while handsWield breasts for the babe,Once more,…
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Poem #1 “Weeping among Feathers” Apart from the sun,As the seasons come undoneTo reveal where teardrops fellAs anchors to the fetid mist.Your arms in the rain,In the attempt to drench the pain. Tied together in savage looseness,While winter ceases the hailThat Springtime had called down – Upon your displayed frown.You forever wish to decayMore than…
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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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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.…
