Love Poetry
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Foiled by a pen,Wrote a word too embedded in love,Sunk the tip of the quill deep in the ink,And marked my heart,Words that should raise,Though thwartMy heinous mind. Fairy of the night,With wings that shed flakes of snow,There is, for you, a palace you should know.It was for when we created peace,By a night dipped…
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Upon me, and over me,With blueish contrast from thy beaming eyes,To the tresses that rock over thy neck,Like a galleon that weens itself through,The fine waves and random gulls. Romance sprouts so evenlyFrom thy brimming shoulders, bared to be touchedBy my rotting fingers.You descend from the slope, from the mountainWith as much precision allotted to…
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Decorate meIn your golden tresses,And rain upon meYour tears of nectar.I see so much sweetness in our minds,Released emotions upon the world’s green forests,As we breathe each other’s scents,We are so very simple. Death cannot come to us,When life makes us comfortable.In arms, we will dance, and dance, forever,Beautiful, in our marriage, in our love,In…
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Why had love grownPast the thorn that we thought was higherThan the top of your crowned head? You are the woman with feeling abound,And the bitterness that surroundsMy mouth,Was from your timeworn kiss,From smallest lipsDripping with the yellowest poison,Displaying the fever between us. A fever, a warmth,Alike the sun, alike honey.Alike the sweetness from what…
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I hold one wicked smile,Within one shattered palm,As I have tamed it,Made it a name,In my house of sculptures.Beauty and conscious mind,Suffering from my delusions,Becomes paranoia,And complete fear,Because, there is a state of agonyTo behold, before me.A place for me,Next to Satan, in my house of martyrs. Beauty and beauty,Becomes foiled at my touch,Turns to…
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Upon highest waters,Where the currents match our tears,We were once in arms, tragic and longLike the moon with its great form,Bleeding newness into night,So that the sun may greet the paleWith its roaring hues. All I feel,Is this fiery pain,While a grave sleeps beside me,It had started before me,And now slumbers, continuously. Every gray fieldOf…
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Upon blue irises,Folded over with lids like bird feathers,A glass of red within reach of a porcelain hand,I stare. Beauty has welcomed itself, upon this occasion,Your grace, and your face,Two eyes like twin moons upon my own,Shifting away in incredible shyness.Lovely, you are,Upon this evening of evenings.And highlighted you are,Near to a candle that stains…
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The world around meShifts into an illusion,When she stares at me with blank eyes,And speaksWith an ever-more blank voice.She has been the ungrateful one,For each of my worlds,Love and survival. To make her live,Was to allow her to die in my heart. A pain,And a tragedy.One world,Devoted to eternity.It was a climb, to the finish-line,A…
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She would bow,And I’ll raise her up.She cannot disavowThe words we said before an altar,To go on towards another place,Another place I cannot conquer.What of her heart? What of the heartThat knows how to beat, only whenThe birth of beauty starts,During whenHer cheeks flare upon my touch to her skin?What of her heart,What of the…
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Now we speak the tuneAs it draws close to attentive ears,Among all our waning years,Failure upon our cold and scarred shoulders,The tune of how a clock ticksEach passing, miserable momentTo a barren winter. I have been in love for a while,Until I have drawn so close to emptiness.Misery is always a comfortAnd a reminder,A little…
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To what you said, on the yesterday,I now recoil at the memory.My mind will not stay still, my tears will not stop flowing.My body shudders, while my hands shake,My fears are what flood the Earth, with all of everythingI knew to be, the utmost tragedy. Where was God, in my place,Where was love, for my…
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As I believe it to be, the essence of the poet, of all poets, is to understand. There is no bias, ever possible, from the poet. The poet finds it to be a crime to lie, a very immoral dilemma he or she’d commit upon themselves. Like a lash to the skin, it would be…
Modern Romanticism 