Poems
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Heaven’s songsMove the eclipseFrom your throatThat you might belt the solo through,That you might weave your fingers to undoStrands about your slender waist.We areA gap too close,Walking in circles,As our eyesAre a future too distant. Love dries lakes,Leaves fish to rotWhile we would have drowned,Instead of walked.Bleed a new river,My love.Lift your arms to meet…
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Call to the staresUpon the flooding roads.Let the small become the largeBy the wake of your gaze.I will kiss the nose that breathes summer,Disposes of petalsFor the sunlight we both crave,To grow us,To send us. We are lovers of twin moonsFor the dimmest planet.I am not the volcano that can do muchOther than rumble, on…
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No other woman,No other womanComes closeTo rounding this loveAway from wounds.You are my tears in the limelight,My trembling stopped,My world, my empireThat sits upon your shouldersBeneath the blueOf this fallen evening. No other spectacleAs sweet,No other miracleAs delicate,Nothing comes closeTo the touch of you. Your lips, coveredWith the rouge of red.Your arms, so whiteAgainst the…
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Lift your laughterTo the delight of God.He has made you raisedBy the years clean of your fears.He has made you rigid,By no more weeping to smooth your cheeks. Let this ropeBe tied about your feet.Let these stainsShape your newest design.Let this sunClear your mouth from screams. Are you weeping?Are you seeping?Are you creatingWhat we both…
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Call on me,Fragile one.Your imminent comfortResides in this home.Have you been lost on the road, long?Have you been in discomfort, and wronged?Who has tortured you?Who has made you cry? You are the fugitive without the mask,You are the angel, blinded to sunlight.I wish to lift your dearest tearThat has fallen from one waking eye.I wish…
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Open your eyes,Release your vowsUpon this platter of mercy.I promise to never call outTo flaws I could simply kiss. My angel,Stroke your own wingsAgainst the skies,For radiance has lifted youTo the light of remembrance. I’ve been playing with hurt,Reminding me of the chill.The ocean calms me,While your eyes had whimpered.For I am the wounded one.…
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I’ll take your beautyTo the furthest banksOf the deepest riversWhere tears were meant to be shed,Where separations were meant to be wed,Where lives were meant to be stakedDown,With love, unending. Your formRuns wild, with the wind,Streams in the porcelain,Draws from the moonIts shelter. In your embrace,I weep.In your oceans,I seep.I weather my own storm. I…
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Beauty is levelled, Feeds itself a rope. Hollowness recedes itself Back upon the slope. You crash into the dust you were born in, Bleeding with severity. Your dreams are blood-let, Soaking the grass beneath our worn feet, While tragedy sweep tears away Under the ashen rug.
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How long will the stagnant winds run throughMy rotten sails?I have once become eclipsed of eternity,Only to set myself at seaIn your swollen embrace,Full of tides to escape into,Full of tears, certain to be wept.My eyes run with Heaven,And yours,With Hell. Walk alongThe shore,Will you?Envy the siren,Drink of her venom,Her toxic claws.Breathe of her wingsThe…
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How could ILive up to where she sees me low?How could I sunder myselfWhen my voice releases thunder? I break,But I do not fall.I stare onwardTowards the beast’s bloody call. I falterOn the wind,Making my sails tattered,Scorning my face,In the painted mirror.The terrible reflectionOf one merciless sea. There Neptune’s laughterOf my sympathetic drowning.There is Bacchus’s…
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The soldier twists a limb,All seasons end on a whim,Never a day for a fallen petalToo soon for a fallen leaf. The perfection of loveResides in completion.A strategyOf chaotic logic.A straight lineWith curves of arms that wrapAround that which remains standing. A life,A rising orchid,A capturing of stillness,Of captivationIn beauty’s remembrance.A faceThat does not disperse.…
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Only the heartCan cart you back to sunriseWhile the love is eclipsed,ShelteredBy the bones from a smelter,MeltedInto a white next to black. My canvas for this grief,Running like the pale oceanOut of my eyes.Sentences I conjureLeave winds to stir. Her eyes show the heartache,Manifesting on blue shallows.My place is designed in her,The flu, my cure,My…
Modern Romanticism 