Poem
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Romantic and justUs, ourselves, in arms,With tulips that surround,Primrose and all alike,Sweetness is aboundUpon our nostrils, and they cleanse!They were meant to turn awayOur Hellish nightmares,Our bleakness,Into the most pleasant of dreams. I am in love with the greatest of women,The feeblest of women,Who has ice upon her eyelids,And greater solidity in her heart.I have…
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Come closer,Frail one, to my door,Where you’ve heard these screams before.Where my limbs had once crashedTo the floor,And had then risenTo meet your throat,With a solid grip to drain life away. Pain and shame is now an empire,Among all the redness to your lips.You’ve tasted blood,Have you not?Your dream for lonelinessHas become a sheer reality.…
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Beauty recedesAs the ocean and its fluidsUpon stark shores,Masking us in its amassing plenty.I still hold your hand,Despite my eyes upon this dark ocean. Each recession,Each regression,Is like swallowing another tear.And each wave against my feet,Is like one drop upon my knees,During when I am curled up against defeat. Love should hold hands with love,Beauty…
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A foolish criminal,For I murdered a love,We had shared with wine and blood,With sweetness and bitterness,Among the beauty and the ugliness,With sugar and sand. Love should be our Thanksgiving,A memory we should treasure,Though, I had murdered it, and left a bird to rot. I would thank myself,For being alive,But, I am nothing but a criminal,Who…
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I fell upon, the highest romance,As an angel, centered upon his flight,Downwards, I descendedTo see, where I caught, my sight.Love was a plaything, once to me.Love is now a treasure, befitted to seeFor its ornaments, upon nuptial evenings,And songs sung aloud, in credible musings. Downwards, I flew, destined to showWhat I know, to be, the…
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When the beloved takes her breath,When the beloved oversees deathAnd its wilted form,It is me, she’s placed her eyes upon,For one more caress on the roadTowards distant riversWhere tears fall at even greater length.And among the house of screams,A thousand-and-one of them,There is her gentle placement,Of one thin finger,Against my lips. I have been in…
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What was love without the blame, again?A lash upon my own backFrom me, my own slave-master.I defeat myself,Blame myself,Writhe in the guilt of disappointment.And I see my tears fallingWithout a say to where they land. What was love without the coil,The constriction?The restriction,From life with sharp wings? What was love in all its devouringOf my…
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Wasted tomorrows,And grueling eternities,Are in short supplyTo the blow that struck upon innocence,And created the loudest rhythm.I have emotions, do I not?I bleed the grandest colors,To a world that cannot see them,For they are divided,Between success and failure. Love is where we stareTo the sky.Love is where we reachTo the other endOf a lone and…
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Known by Heaven,Of my own illness,That is linked by two.Illness of love, illness of death,And I am caught between,As life beneath the shallows. And I see where kisses hang loosely on your lips,The very beauty who has left me,For I see your phantom,A vision, born from a medicated body. I wish it were real,Though, you…
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What world have we not believed inUpon the making of our love?Two streams run betweenThe sides of your delicate head.A tiny form is all you have,And I’ll not break itFurther, when our worlds collapse. As great enemies wanderTo where they shall battle,We’ll be ever-further apart,From the other.I see your face so aligned,With thin streams that…
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Where beauty plays with its ashes,And sees romance in every word.Spoken by delicate and worthless eyes,Being the eyes of mine,I see, above me,Two swipes of scarlet brimming with a word. And, as that word falls onto my face,I begin to notice how it writhes,Soon when it touches my beaming forehead,Alike a drop of rain, from…
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Here are glimpses for the world’s most benevolent,And you have a face that would make the Earth,Lean forward to kiss its heavenly smile. Allow ocean to meet ocean,And sorrow to die away,In all we know of each other. Your stare is but two visions apart,And I know not which,To put my own glance. Hand me…
Modern Romanticism 