Men
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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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An object lesson, seeking any disclosureTo this reminiscence of your naked form,Now bandaged by the treatment of ludicrousy.You were beautiful, in my arms,Showing breast,And whispered fable from two lips of pearl.You told me secrets, that daunted my mind,You closed upon me, pain that would not ever dieWithin yourself.And, outside myself, there is a sceneryOf Hell,…
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How I love thee, mother of so many embraces,And I’ll cherish thee, with all the spilled many graces.And your hair, that which I see, to reveal how much you care,It is strewn about,Showing your negligence upon yourself,But, where are you to care for you? How I will kiss thee, mother of my Heaven,And I’ll wrap…
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Come to fall,As you may like, to do soTo my arms.Because, when I look above, to see what stands in grace,I am idle enough, to see the two arms like boughs,The two legs like boughs,The face that is alike the trunk with an impression,And so, I implore youTo fall, so that I may catchWhat should…
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How is your demise,Appearing, before your eyes?How are those closed lies,Looking, before your closed lids?How is every detail, quitting you,While you remember what is deemedOnly by you,To be necessary for memory? There are many things you should remember,But, you’ll only remember specifics,It is a pathetic way. How is your guilt treating you?Gutting you?Eviscerating you? How…
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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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Eternity is too true to be new,Like what had wetted her lips,As the softest gleam I ever knew,Like two petals,With one facing towards Heaven,And the other facing my feet,At the place she’d occasionally bleed. Beauty is always bound in the embrace of serenity,In that lock her and me, knew to beBoth warm and cold, in…
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She rose, so well, in the time of morning,Stilled, my finger was, worn and broken,At the still of morning, by what laces the sun,Being, her face, as I trace every line and curve,By that same finger. What a kindness, unto me!What a world, that enraptures me!Her disease, called love,Is a wonder, to still be aboveMyself,…
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What fiend has caressed my shoulders,Besides the loneliness, I feel within my heart?It is yet a monster, without the need to sleep,Without the will to heal. She lays there, for my eyes to behold her presence,For my view, for my corrupt and trembling hand,To mimic her dashing and golden figure,Upon the life I aim to…
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One loving faceRestores a vow.Gifted, as it wereTo what Heaven allowed.In our place, among sandsAs white as snow,As bright as the sunIn its golden resplendence. A child exists in you.It is me,The one who finds nighttime to be so Hellish,While the Heaven in your eyesI find to kiss the nightmares to die. My grief was…
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I lay it, quietly,A kiss upon thy forehead,While music shudders around us,And destroys all tension,As I have kissed you. Resplendence, among beauty and grace,All are teeming in your bosom.You have a flower in your hair,And a heart that shimmers, like the wings flapping from the gulls,Radiant with the dew from the sea. A clever mind,…
Modern Romanticism 