Poems
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My dear,Dine with me, near,And place your eyes close to the weightOf the entire sun.Dream magnificence,Hold radianceIn arms that perch like burning birch,And give to me your sweating glance,Drowning the night’s wavesIn heat. Your loveIs a calm stupor.I will guest youIn tomorrow’s morningBy lifting youTo see the remnants of the moon.Hold your tongue,And do not…
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Harvest itFrom wet lips,Sunken deepIn the ever-grey tempest.You are disguised by distrust,Yet, I can tell you do this to allure. Just a romantic elementTo describe this infatuationFor a heavenly pairOf glistening redBrought close,By your radiant stare. Undress yourself,Nestle yourselfIn the iris-covered quiltsThat I might sinkInto your silk. You are beautifulWhen you step back,Against the wallWith…
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The soldier crosses gapsOf bleeding wounds.Torn fleshAre numbered to the extremitiesFrom where crimson flows.His faceUpon the yellow horizon,The warm descensionOf a flame that is differentThan from those who aim for death,By that of the torch. Still, no brighter warmthThan the heartOf one soldier without the disguise,When he can mourn for the safety of his wife.A…
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To be stagnantIs my placeUpon, as you are absent.My work goes undone,As my days run byMiserable watersBetween my fingers. You could look at me,At the aching manWho does not truly stand.You could mockThe he who never dares to shockThe rest of the veins, in his form,While blood never flows freely. Just a pieceOf the advice…
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Can you breathe,Dear one?The ocean seems to have been wrappedIn a stormOf your making.Can you calm,Dear one?Can you see the fallen dropletsThat exit from a pair of eyes,Like hanging from the shortest piece of rope? Just a bucketTo a wellOf where your sadnessHas its origin. Your handsFeed the line,Down to where your heart resides,Down to…
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About slendernessTo a finger marred by aches.She shiesJust a second away from my lips.A stain matches her glanceUpon my cheek.One tearFalls as the descending bird,With no wings for flight.All I wantIs to fall in her clasp. Just a moment awayFrom when the priest saysIt is time to kiss.Just a moment,Until I can kill away this…
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She stood there,With cold, wet hair,Like none other than another winterGone fiercely.Through the moon’s many faces,Blankness remainsTo remind meOf a few captured momentsHovering beneath time,Drifting between space. She stands thereTo sharpest melodiesOf her groansIn sheerest grief.Just a daffodilIn a simmering summer’s night,Though never received the warmthOf an aching sun. She was dried againstHer own petals,Using…
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I am not about to stareFor too long.Your long hairHang like the dropping tearsI have sworn were the place of my bathing.Your faceIs the stolen aspect of an angelDescended to my arms.Did God erase you,That He might see you for me? I hold a kingdomTo your rose,A dream that ignites the restOf the future’s caress.Your…
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Just a wellTo dump the contentsOf her eyes.Deep blue as Neptune’s children,AwakenedAs puling infants,Close to no mother,Close to no otherBut the cruel hands of a Father,Of God’s sheltering darkness.For sheCan swear He created Hell. Water the cries,To water them, more.Water the lilies, upon the current to the brook,Draped as curtainsOver the stepping stone.She has lost…
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Count scars,Limitless as stars.Count truthWhole enough to be broken,As bread is consumed,Chewed,Digested,Not like the lieSo easily swallowed.A broken truthWas once, in preparation,A wholeness. A broken form,BeatenUntil bloody,Is always the truth, reborn,Though neverIn the eyes of who broke it. Would ChristBreak the truth,As he broke bread,As he gave wine?Broken bread, as beaten flesh,Drunken wine, as streaming…
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Hold on, dear,To the waters,To the densityOf your eyes in the universe.Stars leak from your void,For you have lost much,As stars wander from your gaze,For you believe you are drowning. Hold on, my love,The rain is never-ending,As we must hold on. Believe in this,My hands tremble,Though they hold, tightly. Believe I can do it,Love,As my…
Modern Romanticism 