Love Poetry
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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…
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I am watchful, upon your barren formThat no alonger moves with each subtle sigh.Your arms will no longer sway when you decide to dance,Your hips, the same.And for each ruby lip that I had always aimed to kiss,There is only Hell for the life I dearly miss. Hold your head in the snowDear beauty.You once…
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Like two bleeding suns,My palms were crushedUnder the weight of your heavy formThat dropped from the bleak monochrome.I saw what would have shocked me,Were I not already knowing it. Your form is inescapable,Like a palette to an artist,He wields it like a shield,While his eyes are the color that he perceivesWith every carefully aligned strokeOf…
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My love, my wine,I am drunk upon your eyes.Wind sweeps me aboard a vessel,And I am sailing on Bacchus’s temple,Where sweat pours as radiant as blood,When beneath the hovering sun. What wills me to land a kissBefore I land ashore? What wills me to never missThe great beauty I adore? I cannot treasure enoughThe saddest…
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What had been lifted,Is now fallenUpon the fields where there used to sprout yellow,And now only sprouts the red of shame.What was once golden in the light of companionshipIs now a feeble mess of disgrace. We had dancedBeneath the whip of survival.Sought to kiss, beyond the waves and the endless morrows.We had sailedUnder choirs that…
