LovePoems
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Swallow upThe tears that have made this well riseFrom the cracks in my soul. My love has fallen.She has fallenTo somewhere I cannot see,To a bleeding sea,And now lies in a sceneOf outspread limbsUpon a bloody shore. Love flows a mile and a half across,This tale of loss.Across a sea of treacheryAnd the sinew and
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My life grows seedsBy a lake, emptied of water.Emptied of the fish that jumpTo see the moon.Though, I’ll attempt to fill up the dryness with my tears,None come free. My eyes have attempted to seeNew light in the sun,But, the world and its darkness blinds me. My heart has aimed to believeIn love everlasting.Though, in
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The world runs from its own quakes,To where it shall drown itselfIn the breaths that you take, in the attemptTo brush off another problem,Across fields as voids,Across lakes as the murky sides of your mind.For you are the woman who speaksWith more kindness,With more gratitude than even Nature does.A fog engulfs your eyes,And the earth
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Where you shall beIn the coming days,I implore you not to pass from this realm,Without my whisper into your ear. Without the returned gentlenessYou have bestowed always upon me,In the darkest of days,When hope seemed lost, and doom seemed endless. Without my mouth near your ear,There will be everything for me to fear.When tears flow
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Your beauty marked milesUpon those lonely stretches,Where I said to myself,“Is she not the realest oneIn my mind?” A face full of white,May be now full of the sameHue of death. I grow sickUpon the music I hear,Played from records too near to tears. I hear,What was once a voice.Never shallow,Never sworn so solelyTo dive,Directly
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While your face flashes through memory,As I remember drunken whilesIn searing destiny. The burn,The shape,The torment,The scorn,From a thousand cold escapades.We had conquered all,With four frozen eyes upon the sun. I was once the happiest manThat God could spawn. While you nestled yourself in my mind,Upon the times,You were not present,Burning grief grew loudly. When
Modern Romanticism 