Poetry
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Space between dust of meRunning through an hourglass of grief.Poignant in all the rush,A journey within despondency.You hold your cup,Weeping for one mile after anotherWhile the waters fade beneath our feet. Toss your coin, the one you keepAt the summit of all your vanityThe world sees as your third extremity.I can hold this hand before…
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Dreaming to your lightUpon a dim-lit night,As your voice reaches arms aroundThis hollow form clinging to the ground.I have slept upon your grave,Hoping for a returnTo the same salience – In the same fameLove inspired me to believe.Though the Autumn leavesGrow fainter, to our shame. As tears comes to cultivateA golden garden that decorates –…
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Sing to me, next to meAll the faces collected for meThat each would not resideAs much as I have cried for thee – Fountain-clogged steps in time,With no future tears to spillFrom eyes, wearied with the haste.Tell me you remember to hideWhen the final sound comes from behind. You remain the tide curling to shatterTo…
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Each smile to the salvation.Twin lovers with identical heartsSwim in veins, before evening startsOn their voyage towards elation.With no stars to appear,Love grew apart, with the lit matchBurning the crown of thorns – As blood fell to match the bread,With a mother weeping for her dead. A man embraces a woman,Holding her shed skin, closeBefore…
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Travesty between the trees,A final smile, before the current fleesTowards a muddled reflection in the lake.To draw her sigh, make her breatheWith an unfaltering kissUpon the lovelorn heart, all to takeAmong a stagnant woman, from her bliss. The lesser rises,Changes in the autumn’s coatingTo become the miles, traced in decayWith quivering leavesTo display what never…
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Walk this drenched earth,To see the green fade into rebirthInto the blue you only knewWeeping upon grass blades, to your worth.You stay with the smile,Deceiving the next loverWalking over your shadow. What were the skies you slewTo bleed the years gone by?At the faintest drift of clouds, we drewOur love in contours, our hearts renewed.…
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I hold the promise fastTo the burden of Mankind be cast,In favor of loving arms,Wakefulness in eyes.Weeping on the journeyTo discover your certainty,While stars glisten in your glance – Set in the west,Risen in each direction.In love, not to be erasedOn the pathwayYour beauty becomes the safe-way – To greatest embraceWhere you, with fingers to…
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A final smileTumbled off, in the mile.Do you believe in weatherWithout the sun to smother?There is rain to collect,A scent to breatheUpon the cracked doorstep. Without the sunYou can hide with me,Before you run,Playing in the filth,When the flowers wilt. You were the value lostFrom a heart with shattered veins.You cried from the mountaintop,Signalling ruin…
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I was always wrongTo silence myself where I belong.As you are far behindIn each teardrop that fades,As all rain is never savedFrom its fall, its decline.You did not want to – Want to die,Living upon the crying smile.You were sincere in each word,While winter kept you thirstingTo know if I was listening. I do listen,Smiling…
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You were not meant to beA god’s pet or a priest’s belief.You were meant to be rebornIn arms as broken as yours.Strained wrists, palms are torn,While waters exit from eyesTo see the same sort of skies. While the world uncoversShredded skin, dusted fleshBeneath sheets atop bed of death – Love reveals a grave realityThat nothing…
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The ill times in whichAll wounds were unstitched.Unbound, to bring the sigh,Aimless as the goodbye,Wishful with the fateful declineIn life’s caretaking sunshine. We wished to keep travellingWithin overburdened arms.A caress to keep the sun up high,One kiss to hush the painful cry. We wept for all the brokenTimes we were unspoken. Failing to swim, apartFrom…
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Pick up the line you drewWithin the cold places you knew.With drunken laughterTo caress a serene bottle,Whimpering in its reflection,Breaking open more of your eyes. Before you would knowWhat vein to swim through,Love taught you mere mysteryAs the harlot of no symmetry. Peel back your layers.You are more than what weathers – Weeping in the…
Modern Romanticism 