Love Poetry
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Open yourself up to meWhen you close your subtle glare,And point your deceitful direction, at the dagger to your womb.Allow your sorry stare to accompany itUpon when ecstasy reaches its height.Leave a sigh to my words,The one word,The lonesome word,That touched you deeper than this. Pledge your pain to me,Oh woman, of many nights in…
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All I wishFor you to doIs to say you want to live. For you seem to want to die,And leave memories behind. Is depression truly this deliciousThat you’ll forget what pleasures we hadIn times where comfort was wieldingIts own sword? A sword against poverty.A sword against insecurity.A sword without restraintAgainst the darkest currentsTo push them…
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Your tears come new in the blue,Beneath the ozone layers and layers of ice,Beneath where you’ve seated yourselfUpon my lap,And dream of where we could seeEach memory collapsing. Your beauty is a for a womanWhose neglect is permanent,And whose face is casting off, upon the oceanTo notice the stars, and the open hazeFrom the setting…
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Track meUpon the pathTo safety,So that I may kiss your sweet lipsFor that one solitary moment in peace. I gave up my lifeTo see you safe.I gave up everythingTo make you proud,And I have nothing left, but the pieces to carry. Would I stab them in your heartIf you’ll allow me?Would I choke you in…
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Within every bird, there is a song.But, yours seems to be missing.Figment of my little imagination, and I am deluded,But, the waves crest as your breasts,And the tides recede along your abdomen,So I go, to place my hands like the sculptor’s wayTo make sure a woman need not feel dismay. Your song shall be savedBy…
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What is thisBetween elongated limbs?What is this short figure, that does no longer kiss?It merely stares. I carved a portrait, from dust,And made a heart flutter, with rust,And, with a face I’ve come to love,Here it is, never knowing what’s above. It peers at meIn arms as cold as its gaze.It does not move,But, weeps…
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The arriving timeTo see my fortune set in line,Set upon the traveled roadPlaced with the stones once cast at my limbs,And I walk over them. I see your searing pain, at the end of this long pathThat does not twist,For I’ve no other feelingFor this lonely world,Where only the sigh of the wind, guides me.…
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All vow to watch you bowDown to feast upon the grapes made from wax,And blow delight upon the sightOf ornamented delicacies from your heart made of silver.You will feel when we’ve already sealedDeep inside our minds, with the time we will unwind,So that you can walk in that gait we’ve left behind. Denial is a…
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The wrong side we fell,The wrong form of Hell,The tears we drink up,The faces we sink through.Play me,Your eyes, and their sorry Nature,To weep, and expel a sorrowful sound.As we denyThe next dayTo arise. Where had we felt this torment, before?To go back, to allure itTo come back towards us.People are sick upon our errors,People…
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Believe me, as I blew to you,The kisses soaked in tears, and everything new.You are the angel coated in dust,The young woman with wings of ashes,And you’ll fly from one home to the next,You’ll flee to the next pair of arms,That will only hold you as close as the Earth. The little cinders that adorn…
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Thy eyes turn towards places, where scars do not fade.They are but shells to a beating heart,Discarded, like the crab to its own shelter,But, remembered. Blankness, is to your soul, without a need to write your tale,Like the chirping of birds in the rising sun,Like the coming music of when you start sobbing.Beauty is but…
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The way we both breatheIn the heat of this barren town,Where love falls on deafened clowns,Where their ears cannot fathomThe calls of their laughing sounds,Is the way we sighBy the way we cry upon acknowledgementThat we’ll not ever jestThe way that a clown does.We are merely lies,Among the particles to breathe from sighs. Their way,…
Modern Romanticism 