Poems
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Poem #1 “Due for the Delicate Kiss” Due, and overdueFor the delicate kiss, upon a mouthThat gapes with the sighsBlown free, like seeds off a dandelionIn the month of May.I hold your neck,I kiss your flesh,Velvet and soft, as it shimmers in the sunrise.I breathe over youThe devotion I have been meaningTo release.I bleedLove upon…
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Due for the Delicate Kiss A Drawbridge to You Love’s Wishbone A Celebration of Love and Drunkenness When Fire Shares its Words Withdrawn and Withheld To Brush a Tear Aside Lust has an Open Image My Eyes Show Tears Alive, and Unwell Candles Melting Against Blossomed Breast Grant Him His Fortune Love, by Sunrise Beautiful…
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Blood-red leafletsOf autumnal scribblingsShower praises,Staunch phrases,Leave pagesUntied of her demise,Loosened of her chosenLife,And to the grave where sheKeeps her silence,I have grown a blood-redRose. BleedingHeavy tracesWhere cutting fleshIs for the facesWearied by shock,Toiled of the painter’s smock,Captured by the wandering clockThat drowns scentOf blood, in iron wellsWhere I can rise,And she can drown.This, too, I…
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Despite me,You can riseOn wings folded by fire,Through eyes,That despite meCan rinse the terrors freeTo a glance of so much becomingNature,Lifting freeThe stains that have lasted. Despite me,You can swingFrom edge to edge.You can empty me,So that you can join the solace,Of a time awayWhere my yearning takes place.I simply longFor my failures to never…
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How long until Heaven holds usWithin wings that can shelterOur oldest night?We have beauty racing everywhere,Where majesty falls,As love can be for the shine upon the templeThat says,“Tomorrow is forever.”How can love die?How can it? You were toldThat death could ceaseAll things to be.You were toldThat our eyes cannot seeThe dreams that can one day…
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I crawlFrom graves that remindMe, of the agonyThat took you, alive.As I acheI will remain to breakWith arms that squeeze the lifeFrom me,As I saw youWith eyes that failed the sunlight,And a heart that was lostIn the plummeting dark. Like two steps aroundYour carved, broken heart,I fell alongThe stingThat fate brings. I see what love…
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Reveal to meWhat can fall throughSilver clouds, and silver moon.Reveal to meAll I can catch for the timeless chordsChiming until the meadow’s end.For when you reveal to meYour eyes black as the night,I know you cannot reveal to meThe little things we both cried for. Reveal to meYour bosom for the consumptionOf Heavenly droplets of…
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To those who would fail you,Realize the wordIn that I love you.For why your rain stops,I have caught tearsIn hands that have shared yours,Beside the lakes where dreamsCan be extinguished,Where liesCan be made our agonies.I have held youIn worlds apart. Sickness and rain,While life grows from a fragile teardrop,There is the here,As here is the…
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The funeral strikes the hour,As I waltz pastThe raining petalsThat do not,RepeatingDo notBurn, nor tearApart, at their solaced shower. Her hair falls back, lifeless,Never againTo be brushed by the hand,My hand,Facing the floor,Soaring towards the naked shoreWhere eyes can glimpse my stroking tears. I had loved,Meagerly loved,Simply lovedThe rose gathered amongstAll these forgotten petals.Her face,A…
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Weaken your eyes,Face your tears,Consume your own fears,Oh, yearning woman.The House of GodHas condemned youUpon the marriage to divorce,Upon the union with derangement,With wilted roses gathered in armsUp towards the altar.You clean yourselfWith showers of pity. You are the petalClung to the needless stem,For you desire a thorn. You have tears growing from your eyes,Drinking…
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Why light,WhySo bright?What have I burnedOf the stilled tomorrow?Her hair radiates,Her skinEscalates, the tempest,Me,And the fuses at the endsOf herWorn fingers. BeautySmiles, one of heavinessTo myAching body.Her ownEclipses what I see of light,So bright,With giants to every step,Every encroaching hourTo my feeble sight. Lead on,My womanWhose arms crawl,Whose legs drag,Though still remains beautifulTo even the…
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I cannot tellWhich part of the night with starsLeads me to Heaven,Or withers me to Hell.I dream of drinks,Of chalices full of tears,Full of another’s blood.There, to the winds that carryThe scent of a funeral’s pyre,I effort myself to loathe,Never to love. Dreams can tell apart,Day from night.And I,With hollowness to every scar,Stare into the…
Modern Romanticism 