Love Poetry
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The world fumbles aroundThe entirety of you, and that is meThe man who watches with eyes that can only glimpseYour bared and vulnerable beauty.My eyes were drowned in utter darkness,Though, now are stung by golden light.For you dance, before me,To show me,Something that will extinguish me of misery. Love glowsIn my hands, like hoops called…
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Miss Beauty,With all radiance to spend,Like what the sun does, to spread color,As you have done, to my mind of black and white. In losing you,My mind has turned to grey. I sought to see your hips move with the wind’s twists,And hear your sighs among the delicate sheets. Love was once all to be…
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Her tears were for my cup,To count of every drop.Her eyes were the lakes for me to dip my feet,And to bathe within their frozen stare.Her pain and her sorrowWill last for every tomorrow. My beating heart,And her legs that walkThe miles across landscapes wet with the contentsOf her bleeding spirit.My beating heartResonates not with…
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Stare up to me,Child of my sight, beneath me.For I love, and have loved, a woman so frail in her plight.And among all the battles to fight,I have stopped hereTo see beneath me, a woman who stares up to my light.But, I make myself humbleEven in my radiance. Her kisses have been a wondrous consumptionOf…
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He wells tears, up to the terrain of his conscious mind.Aware of his pain, and those from others,Brought to greater showersOf those same tears,Upon the sight of others, deep in their gloom. He has saved, and has saved, againWith a mask that does not show his eyes.They are too deep in the tears,Too deep for…
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Why do I continue to resideOn this Hell, called an Earth, where tears wash my ankles?I thought to be in love with a dreamOf twilight and radiance.So much hurt has swept on-board and over-board.So much of the ocean has been drained from my heart. Within the bleakness of winter,Where the sky seems to have fallen…
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I once folded her memoryIn my arms,During the night.Her sight, so meant to be long goneWith the tide,With the currents that fall away from my eyes,As agony floats along. I once did thisWith feeling,With the same feeling,Of a million sleeping years. I had bled eternal blueFor as far as the sky stretched.To the horizon, where…
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How do I contrive these wordsTo say that I’ve surmounted past a thousand summersWith my dream?And then, only to fail, with her head atop my arms,And depression as the moon, as my heart. Like love to collapse, as it did,Like the sun to turn black,I hold only tears left for my consumption,And a million faded…
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How does one outliveA thousand-and-one heartfelt gestures?With a heart full of fear,I beckon you to hearHow I shower the walls with my tears. How would one burn throughThe ceiling of Hell?Beauty recedes with your eyesBack to memories inside your mind.Like silver tides, your tears are swallowedBy golden sands,And feral hands. Another penetration is neededThis time,…
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She walksWith a frozen movement,For upon the face of facesThere is astonishmentFor what is above her.A little round capOrange in hue,And shaded only by the coming evening. She roams, with a piercing stepTo the snow beneath her folded handsThat each sway past her side. And, within that cap,A long feather pokes outLike a remaining twig…
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What worldEver wielded, aside from the one stained in black?Longing is our token, to betterment,Away from the association of togetherness.Like love, mistaken for a parasite,Like loss, perceived to be foremostIn line. A coming mileIs not what we walk.It only holds us to reap a new darknessThat is the one behind. In arms, delicate and un-moving.We…
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Your strange aurasEmit a glow I’ve not seenWith these rotting eyes, nor touchedWith ever-more rotting fingers. What a horror, in meager contours,Drawn around your idle form.An outline that masks your fragilityWhenever you’ll wake up. I see,With eyes revealed for a grave,The listless shape of your countenanceExpressing the bliss that comes with the feeling of death.For…
Modern Romanticism 