Poetry Magazine
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What stillness that gleamsUpon the porcelain,The textures of your cheeks,A slender nose, and a simple pairOf ruby lips,Though, those eyes,Show to me, the universe with its wildness.Of all creation I had embeddedInto you, for your peace,Into us, for our sleep,But, the pain would not desert you, would it? Sorrow has drained us,Our color, to its
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Please,I am upon my knees,To receive,The kiss that answers my pleas.For I am numbBy raw strife,Knowing you’d not be my wife,In the turmoil that shaded our life. What was it like, to lie?To speak of being vulnerable, while IFell into bleak and miserable sighsOne after the other, with muffled cries,Into my hands, pouring from my
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Come for me,If you dare,And step with your formless feetAcross depths, made of flesh,Perfect for your footfalls. Come and tear at me,With your eyes upon my hands,That rent apart this ocean made of rottenness,With anger in my eyes,You’ll fall inward. And I’ll fail,And fall before you,Little angel of my demise,I will submit,To beauty that keeps
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I am watchful, upon your barren formThat no alonger moves with each subtle sigh.Your arms will no longer sway when you decide to dance,Your hips, the same.And for each ruby lip that I had always aimed to kiss,There is only Hell for the life I dearly miss. Hold your head in the snowDear beauty.You once
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Scarlet lipsAre to sing the tune of many yearsIn that same isolation,For it is the one that has kept you bleeding.Like a face that cannot smile,Because, its stone surface is un-moving.Like your face that does not smile,Because, you’ll only grip the stones, held at your throat. Your isolation,Your place among the ocean,With a face that
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Make the rain wash meFrom this idle pain.For she has gone down, like a starWhose light could not hold itselfUp, among the dark. She shivered, before she expiredIn my hands, in the night.I fell two drops from swollen eyesThose, that have cried many nightsInto the ground, into the soil, and into the Hell I call
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Your eyes carry the shiverThat I have welcomed with the warmth.The heat, from your conceit,The bleak tresses that rain, to your shoulders and neck,The love that opens itself wide, upon a bed made of stone,And I am natural to admit,That I could not commit. Could not commit,To the Devil between your legs.I was within it,
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What had been lifted,Is now fallenUpon the fields where there used to sprout yellow,And now only sprouts the red of shame.What was once golden in the light of companionshipIs now a feeble mess of disgrace. We had dancedBeneath the whip of survival.Sought to kiss, beyond the waves and the endless morrows.We had sailedUnder choirs that
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Tired of all,When yearning to crawlAlong fields sprayed with your tears.Here is beauty,And there is sceneryFor me to weep over, in view of your slumber. Your darknessFights me off,Intrudes upon my light,The comfort I’ve aimed to grant. I have placed roses for you to wieldLike swords in this very field,To cast fire along the presence
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Open yourself up to meWhen you close your subtle glare,And point your deceitful direction, at the dagger to your womb.Allow your sorry stare to accompany itUpon when ecstasy reaches its height.Leave a sigh to my words,The one word,The lonesome word,That touched you deeper than this. Pledge your pain to me,Oh woman, of many nights in
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Your tears come new in the blue,Beneath the ozone layers and layers of ice,Beneath where you’ve seated yourselfUpon my lap,And dream of where we could seeEach memory collapsing. Your beauty is a for a womanWhose neglect is permanent,And whose face is casting off, upon the oceanTo notice the stars, and the open hazeFrom the setting
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Track meUpon the pathTo safety,So that I may kiss your sweet lipsFor that one solitary moment in peace. I gave up my lifeTo see you safe.I gave up everythingTo make you proud,And I have nothing left, but the pieces to carry. Would I stab them in your heartIf you’ll allow me?Would I choke you in
Modern Romanticism 