Love Poetry
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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…
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Sometimes, upon when I lay my headAtop a pillow, I will see the edges of your formTaking shape at the foot of my bed. I see the tears that begin to floatAway from my eyes,And you’d catch them, with hands open for their approach. What will you sayWhen the day comes,When you will see me…
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A lasting trace, is the smile captured for yearsBeneath the fabric of long tresses, like curtains to rain over her eyes.Eyes that blossomed many tearsFor joy’s sake, and for the end of suffering.I muse over her face, like an artist with his brushTo paint the many years in picture. She was all the pain of…
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Threads wrapped aroundIn barest silver,To her complexion of fullest white. Spread across her cheeks,As white as the snow,As kindness will be to her, everything she knows. To love forever, as we had promised.For I love a beautyWrapped in a love, as old as time. Graceful, in the art of movement,Around a home, called our comfort…
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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…
