Poetry Archives - Modern Romanticism

Poem – “Slow Down My Sight” – Romance

August 17, 2019
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Slow down, this pitiful tear,
That has made, its merry mark, on my cheek,
I find it to be, too earnest,
And thwarting, from the sight, of someone, so vivid.
You have been beautiful, to this day,
A woman, as the moon, finally sees darkness.
The darkness, of a life
Turning, to death.

Go wishfully, to the naked forest,
And grow roses, in the bleakest parts, of that place.
Make me a blanket, of twigs, and deepest roots,
Full of berries, alike your eyes, like gems.

I am full of remorse, to the previous day,
I am a man, with many sides, to him.
And only a singular face, to ever kiss.

Show this tear, to perhaps a priest.
Let him shower it, with the contents
From God’s realm.

Fail me once more, why don’t you?
Curl upon me, with your body of silk.
You have eyes
Like the deepest, of green.
You have longing
Like the disease, that streams
From the nudity, of me;
Like my mind, that never seems, to heal.

Poem – “The Art of an Angel” – Romance/Descriptive

August 17, 2019
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How do I, describe the one,
Who has, lifted me, from deprivation?
How do I, describe the woman,
So beautiful, as to, unearth woes, from a, past life?

To make me see, all that, has come to be,
And the failures, from faiths, I transgressed, too horridly,
All mathematics, and all stars,
Point to an answer, I’ve long been, desiring to witness.
All of beauty’s image, stands before me,
In the caressing, of angel wings, and a lucid smile.

There, I see a face, engraved with stones, of purple, and red,
And a naked form, of ivory –
There are, to each leg, the comparison
To pillars, of ice, or pillars, of marble.
I adore her shape, in her making, that trembles,
Under the warmth, of a dashing sun!

“Face me,” as I say it, to face me,
You are now loved, once more,
By a man, who made a woman, as a statue,
An admiration, for a life, so lonely.
I am in awe, as I’ve remained, in awe.
Movement? Is there movement, in a lifeless shape?

There must, be ebony,
A stain, on my fractured heart.
It is there, and I’ve felt it.
It has covered, and here, I know it,
Before the denial, I’ve kept.

Poem – “When Love Rains Down Against my Temples” – 8/17/2019

August 17, 2019
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I could see the necessity in wishing to know,
The love I’ve come to commit to my own atrocity.
My beauty, you have exquisiteness in every breath,
And a mark upon your shoulder has been to count,
Each subtle sigh under morning light,
In before I come to share my place near your death.

Love at my left hand, and my hope in the right.
I am a man of many angles,
And many divides to count for too many.
There has been desertion staining our hearts,
And now I find myself wanting.
“For what?” I ask, and then I comprehend it:

I am in awe for the woman who hasn’t rested,
Has been afield in the work of too many men,
Too many droplets of salt, have played a part on your stress,
Come to me, dear woman, when you’ll feel yourself
Wanting to fall, and create an imprint
Of yourself in the soil.

A devil had made this world,
And there is indeed purpose among it.
But, to find myself more wanting,
For the angelic tears that make a journey,
Across your withered cheeks,
Makes me find more meaning.

Poem – “A Beauty with Roses” – Romance

August 15, 2019
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Pleasure me with the face of roses,
And feed me your graces,
Long, was your tresses, made of ebony.
Stone-like, is your heart, and made of the same.
Find me next to nectar,
Let us leave the sacred altar,
And play nude in the mud.
Children are ignorant, while question is their infinity.

My beauty with stains of descent,
Upon soil, where your ragged flesh lies loose,
And a heart burdened in heaviness.
I toss more soil to silence whatever flame
Is still left to light the Earth,
And all its failing dwellers.

Name yourself upon the shape of my arm,
Twist yourself about the beautiful objects that stone me,
Make me warm, and make me wild,
Find me as a man of nothingness.

I feel fame as easily as pleasure,
Death and denial go as well
As the evening to strife upon life,
When we said to ourselves,
“We are meant to be,
Pleasured by pain, so evenly.”

We are the workers of a plentiful tomorrow,
The roses you bring are the tears you’ve shed.
As I am in love with the dead,
And I will play with the sand,
To share our story with those well-read,
To finally feel my heart enclosed in this hand.

Poem – “I’ll Begin to Raise Thee” – Romance

August 15, 2019
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Up from deprivation, I’ll begin, to raise thee,
To my contemplation, I have seen, to pull thee,
By my regret, I have not been, to free thee,
From a slumber, from a pain, from a madness
That should only, be known, to me.
Why should thou feel, when I am only, to suffer?
Such confuses me,
Whenever I see thee,
Born with tears, pasted against, thy worn cheeks,
And so many tunes, that come as weeps.

Why much sorrow, when the world stands, seemingly true?
Denial is but a virtue, so that pain, no longer surrounds.
We are, in vain, nested, in pain,
Not by darker moments,
But by willingness, to express it.

Why much tears, enough to flood plains, with their wetness?
I find no meaning, in their existence.
I fail to see, thy complexion,
As anything, but tied to water,
And the great ocean, that surrounds, thy lips.

I have offered kisses, to quell thy mourning,
Of what, such a future, of disaster, may bring down
Upon thy quivering and aching form.

Let us, make us, miserable no longer,
What will pleasure, come as,
As birds, where we fly, with wings broken, like deadened gulls,
That have, met a storm, to bring them down.

Let us weep no longer,
No more, the feeling, of sorrow, of remembrance, to guilt,
We are living, in our dreams, in our oceans
When we, should be, living in arms.

Poem – “Tena, Tena, offer Me your Lips” – Romance/Personal Poem

August 14, 2019
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Find me where wine surrounds,
An airport and its buzzing engines.
Find me, for me to nestle myself in your heart,
Find faces to feel their praise.
I will love until eternity is torn apart,
We will love until paradise is what surrounds,
With violet scents,
And beauty’s dose of awe.

Safety is where I will find your touch,
Your lips is where I will land my own.
At an airport, where landings are general,
And your hair, I will run a hand
Through, like the running waves that guide
A man through the shapes of his own mind.

Love is the feeling to our universe,
Transferred in between time.
I want your lips, like the redness attached
To a petal from a rose;
Or like the blush just above your smile,
That has raised your rosy cheeks.

You’ll be my cure, will you not?
My pain shall fly away from this chest of mine,
As we embrace, and see that universe in eyes.
You will be my cure, and no one else
Shall take your place at my side.
Beautiful woman, holy and true,
I wield your hands like candles,
And take to the world no more disgrace.

Poem – “Cling upon Me” – Romance

August 12, 2019
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Cling upon me,
For your immediate comfort.
You have wept with a shivering form,
And eyes that obey all contention.
A face that needs no bliss, as mine
Or your own, for the coming deprivation.

Disease me, your wounds of many fields.
Kiss me, O woman of much gathered,
Suffer not, when the world comes tumbling
Upon our bosoms, so wide and heavy.
We are but deformed infants,
Birthed without care.

When we scream, who will hear us?
When we strike, who will we hit?
When we bleed, who catches such drops?
When we feel, who feels us?

We are so much the crime, the fear for a world,
That turns inside out, to see itself.
We are the parasites for them,
As we care for them.

Oh, beauty.
You have oceans too deep for this world,
And eyes that would strangle its own veins.
Deny me all, so that I may see me maddened,
Make me quiver as you do,
So that I may break your fall.

Poem – “My Dear, We will come to be” – Romance

August 10, 2019
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Fancy yourself dressed,
In the fanciest gown,
Decked with the rubies of a life once loved,
In all your aromatic kisses,
And eyes that glow in the haze of a summer’s night.
Beauty! Now, dance for me.

Find me in the garden,
With thy roses plucked,
And thy breasts revealed,
I find your loneliness a thwarting thing,
I find no pleasure,
From the previous day.

Give me imagery, dear one.
Give me wine, dear one.
Bend at my feet, and I’ll see into thine eyes,
Made like pearls, embedded in thy skull.
Oh, love. We have been made holy,
Upon God’s temple.

I desire no one else, but thy face upon mine,
No one else, but your kisses I smear.
You have a face, colored by ivory,
And tears that I drink, drained from cheeks
That seem to quiver in the dark.
My dear, have we come to be?

Find me in the garden,
Where the grass caresses my toes,
For I will see thee married,
To me, for me, upon me.

Poem – “Nothing but the Pain I Feel” – Romance

August 8, 2019
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Beloved,
With scars so engraved,
Am I able to dig them out?

Am I am able to see,
That which has muddled thee,
By the sin we both breathe,
In bitter misery?

Bandage these sores,
For they’ve accumulated,
Vast swarms of flies,
Longing to feast.

I have failed my own God,
The woman I adored,
And now see tragedy,
Upon my doorstep.
He calls himself, “Death”,
And fails to see mercy,
Unless that is his wish,
One I am too blinded to see.

Females in their term of turmoil,
Enemies have betrayed them.
I feast and dine upon wine,
Upon the blood of a youthful swine,
One of which I call “mine”.
Until bones are ashes under the guise of time.

Berate me, now and forever,
The wickedness, now and forever.
Scold me, now to forever,
Be unkind, now to the ever.

I am no man,
Just a feeble form,
Grown old by his bones,
And broken by stones.

Poem – “The Flesh that now Guards Me” – Romance

August 7, 2019
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When upon the time in a distant romance,
When love once guarded her form,
When a frame had guarded a painting,
When my arms had guarded truth,
I knew for once in my life,
That my home is not this home;
It is the space in her heart,
And upon a face, where quivers an aching smile,
I would die to know her, again,
And make beauty remember me for the while.

Death has shaped her space,
A black heart has now formed tendrils,
Corruption has made its presence,
Am I still in love, or have I made death?
When modesty once placed itself about her,
As the love I made to guard her,
It was always a remembrance,
It was always a field of achievement,
It held a texture alike to those cheeks,
The ones I kissed adoringly.

My beauty, make we weep,
Beneath the moon of the evening melting
Of its silver coloring, in where I repeat,
“Make we weep! Beloved, make me weep.”

I breathe dust now over your shoulders,
And find merriment only among petals,
Where your tresses caught the air.

Flesh now guards my skeleton, and I’ve grown old,
Like the robes loose about the monk,
Like the hair loose about a woman,
Like the tears loose about the eyes,
Like the serpent coiling about the lie.

Love, with a breast I cup in one hand,
And your face in the other,
Would you rise if I kissed the mouth,
That said we weren’t worth the long road?