Poems
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For the parted wilderness Under your eyes, in the denseness of gray, We’ll come together to play Bleeding upon the gardens beneath our feet, Like children without cause, With laughter without pause. I am in your temple, Here to view you naked, Like a stone had found some undertaking By a different artisan, Besides the…
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Truth is the iris, Burning brightly from love’s crown, Desiring to fall the kingdoms down Upon feet, stepped in the virgin snow, Deep in the mire, With hearts lit by fire. You have veins, You have vanity Kissed by a mouth, ripe as fruit, Kissed by another set Of amorous lips. Why fall, To catch…
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Our chest lacks fruit, Lacks the wisdom so red, in its sweetness, Lacks the beauty of an ocean, Lacks its depth. We have lost a heart, Along the trail to the never-ending mile. As I lift a curl from atop your eye Drifting from an unseen place, atop your head, I witness a kingdom I…
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Watch me, oh hope, While the rivers, take me Down with, the slopes Under, my cheeks. It is tears, that wash, their way, towards safety. I had buried myself, in arms, Only to turn up, to a face, empty and listless, Faulted, for my agony. Watch me, oh hope, For I have reached, the end,…
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Among all clashes Of the iron lashes, There leaves you, the wooded woman Of many boughs to many arms, Many leaves, Many groans Left upon your lips, Much to start, of the wide hips. You are the growth, though without a smile, You share oceans with the world’s denial, You leave colors upon the setting…
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Drop those petals, Leaving me to count them, Loosened from your eyes, Loosened from your cries, Extended by your sighs In a breeze as sweet as the seed That grows the next bud for your love That you will let wilt To leave the next trail. How has love been, to you? How has life…
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So much of a daughter Resounds as the oceans within your smile. How are we able, to stay so stable In arms, as we quake like the Earth? My only excuse for life Is to make you my wife. I have stopped so short on the path for a man’s ambition, I have made an…
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Among the beauty, Among the clarity Of ceaseless moments, there was you With the roundest, fullest gaze Drowning out my harbored haze. You stilled teardrops Before they fell, to their collections in Hell. You slew the demons, as they were plenty, Drawing from my well, to make me empty. My love, with open arms to…
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Fold back your tears, Lunge forth your gaze Upon the silver streaks That leak from a hollow man’s black eyes. There is blood, running like rivers Over wrists, that receive no kiss. There are tears That aim to fall, from somewhere so tall At the highest leaf, from the lowest grief. There will be stains…
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This home, Made of fire, Burned by hands and remembrances Of something cold, though dear. Love was something I could tell Was something that could be away from Hell, From the grief, from the sting of pain, From the endless shame. Who are you, I ask To the reflection, before me? There are trees That…
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Without your ink on my page, I am merely the blandness, The white-out for the memories That once held me in the stillness For captivation. For without your sheer presence, My mind is but the torment To my unending youth. All I caress, is the pain that pours down On the leaves, that gather at…
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Struggle, as I mightTo list the words that reflect backSickness, to my heart,For what I see upon the flowing pagesThat receive the endless wordsIs the guilt that replaces me, by a flood,By a hole,By a voidThat sticks to my fractured flesh,Sticks to my pleading voice,Attached upon my anguished self. Leave me to count the stars,For…
Modern Romanticism 