Love Poetry
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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,…
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I have shared a kiss, with loneliness,And have shared wine, with death, itself.I have felt music play upon my lipsDuring when I was lost, in love’s abyss. I guarded what cannot die,And, I guarded what should not have decayedTo be spread among the four winds,Before the times arrives. My love was a vanishing current,And this,…
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You plundered the blue,Off what was brand new,And show up as you knewAll to break throughMy heart, with jagged edges.And, it is broken in two,Though, the symmetry was never there,Those eyes of yoursCould never really stare,To see from beyond your falling hairThat coated your face,To notice not even a trace. I am a new manWith…
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Bled, we were, upon an ocean gulfTo spread South, to where distant heat resides.And, to heal, to kneel, with eyes upon the sun,And, to feel, to seal, our wounds with our own tears.You have a heartbeat that skipsStones upon the water’s surface.Lost, though found, on death’s own compound,Found, but bound, with Hell to hear for…
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Little birdWho weeps, and still creates songAfter bloody songIn her bath of red-colored water,As her garbs lie heaped upon one another,On the floor, outside of reach. I saw what twisted my vision,A hue in a bath of waterAnd it was the color of the sun, yet without the warmth,For a knife has drawn evenlyOver the…
