Poem
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I am something abominable,Am I not?The fool who had wavered himself,From holiest truth.Though, not more will I runFrom thee.From you, from treasured beauty. I run a faucet for you to bathe,And to cleanse all that has pollutedThe corners of your weathered mind. Beloved, come to dine,Upon all of me,There is naught, but the hopeless remnants,Of…
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Upon and above nearest curves,To a lane fixated by the smallest of signs,There I see my fate so transfixed,Upon my cruelest endeavor. To take away all that is shown,Under the rails,And in the bowels of that beast,That beast who shows himself,To lack a soul,To lack a spirit,To lack the beauty that may be within reach,So…
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Yellow daffodils,In raining glory from sun’s holy rays,Are there to eclipse the rain,Of truest blue,To spill forth sadness onto my skin,From wherever pain breeds,In a nest, in a heart,In a place where is shelved all that is kept. Of all your beauty,Where plays the music of a throbbing heart,Where comes the torment of a woeful…
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You’ve been brought to feel,The complexities of youth,Each breath, unleashes sweetness for meTo taste, like wine of most fervent grapes.When your eyes see upwards,At the many Gods in their auras,A gleam comes whisking you awayTo where pain no longer resides.For so much, you’ve desired their shape,Their tune displayed in white harmony. Eve had one shallow…
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Your face,With idle tulips grown from lips so sweet,And eyes so resplendent against the moon’s gleam,I wish to know of your beauty.Of glassy complexion, and everything wanting,Of everything wanted, by me. You have a heart that needs holding,For it deserves freedom.There are chains,Needing to be removed,A love I have vowed to embrace,With all my brutal…
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Take from me,These shores of accumulated pain.Drink from me,The blood that spills like fragrant wine.I have enveloped myself,In its entire grace,And have found myself depressed,I have found myself miserable,Dwelling in the deepest blue.I am still so thirsty. For a drink of love,And not a drink of pain,From the opened bottle, should smell of sweetness,Not of…
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In all my imagining,While haunting memory is the musicTo my mind in its longing,I find myself to view a paintingThat shows the curves of a naked woman,While her lips are reddenedBy the blood offered in my hands.Would I reach to kiss? I desire the wine, next,For a mask is only a shapeTo what has gaped…
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I raise this curtain to show a face,Streaming with the tears of fear.Kiss me, beautiful one, before the noose wraps itself,About my idle neck. I have loved an angel,And gave until I was emptiness,I will remain as emptiness,To focus on your delicate face,And how the world could crushAll the beauty away from my reach. Love…
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Sweet darling,I am not the Devil I take me for,A paranoid wad of feces,Has become my mind,I face the future with a blank stare,As idleness caresses my hands. Fear is my only betrayal,To this woeful heart.I wish to care, and to accompanyEach tear that descends,From each of your delicate cheeks.Beloved beauty! I am here. As…
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There is nothing so gentle,As the woman claiming to beThe certainty for herself.I offer condolence,And she falls on her handsAnd knees, to kiss the toes,Of a man who has allowed her to escapeFrom a pain, from a fate that was callingHer, to come away.From her eyes, rained many tears. Only a ruined soul, to this…
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Dragged at my feet,Is the unforgiving rope.Binding me, and blinding me,Because I cannot stand,And so I need aid,To be able to see,All that I have corrupted for me,Beyond the grief from the sea. You would deny me all?Reach into me, to see sweetness,And then know bitterness?I have a heart that has stopped,I reach my hands…
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I cripple myself,In horrid wings formed of bleak feathers,And I have pleasured myself in sadness,For it was a bottle I drunk from,That had your bitter tears. I found love awaiting me,And drew joy close to me.Love was stilled, as a heart, buried in dust,A milk-white breast glided past a heart,The Devil in me had awoken.…
Modern Romanticism 