Poetry
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To how much I have crossedTo inhale the vapor, before your eyes.To offer youThe need to seeAll pain that has created thisCrown of thorns, above me. While vines drop your lifeAt every sweet grape,Notice the wine that flows from wrists,Bitter to the flavorOf finality. I have pulled off the leechesDrunk from the serene,FamiliarWarmth of a…
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Here, as gravity reaches you,Though never pulls you downTo remain in these arms,Against the night. You will continue to singWith a face disclosed of all signs.Of weariness to your form,For pain that never belongsAmong the candleflame at the endsOf wax fingers. Dropping the sceneryStayed too long.With nowhere to belong,Do you still find it hardTo tighten…
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It isAs it could be,Though notMeant to be,While this heart still holdsUpon your graven image,Even should it beIn the earth,Buried by tears. Love is an entranceTo an exit,As life is fullOf hopes and promise. I have yearnedFor the space betweenTo have your smile.In your misery,I will find you.Wherever you dwell,I will accompany. I cannot letYour…
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Long for the sake of a tale, Where dust is scattered Over burned pages. Blossoming a kiss, Opened as the flower Within the velvet Of the watery morn. Her face, did it spill The same ocean we crossed? For her eyes to know What torments to be endured, As vain miles are covered By pulsing…
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Holy for the trail I gave into sickness and wail, Bled for love, beyond The selfish self is won, While she drew a curtain About all modesty, stunned, Weeping with crystal glaciers Born over silver eyes. She knew the dark could not keep The places where she’d fled, As torn clothing brought me closer, Closer…
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How have,Among all fairest bloomThis warmth treated you,In the criesOf senseless gloom? Still-lifeAs the ocean’s calm,Drawn for you.As plightWas whisked from you,From the spaceAs blameHad ended for you. We kissedWithout sudden departureFor lips,That caressed the edgeOf wisdom’s pledge. Wrap the laceAround your thorn.Venom to a mile,In your placeWhere you were worn,Stepping in great trial. Holding…
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Free the breath Swallowing you, On the way to sheltering arms That never left you. I hold the rain, As I carry Frequent, passing clouds. Shuddering from your awareness To life, on the dismal course, As elegance deserts you While idle eyes View you. Burn the temperatures That have wrapped you In ungraceful, Decline. Keep…
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Send back the storm.The drizzle did not make you laugh,Tickling the man-made oceanOthers created for you,On the way backFrom their arrival. You have sownThe stitches in your heart,Finding faultAmong all rewards. You bleed in the universeFarther than the nebula,Curving your formAround another dent. Walk among the desert stream,Treating the wavesAs constant farewells. Trace your form…
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Indestructible parasite,Quickened to the grievous wound.Bleak nectar travelling fromDried, pursed lips. We are that,We were flatUpon the desert’s oil,Drinking the wineWe liftFrom each other’s heart,Watering our eyesTo fill a garden. We are whatWe do not ignore,Behind closed doors.Failing a lifeLeft close behind. Each torment of us,We returnTo the desert’s reddishHourglass of rust.For time, we’re able…
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An inward paceTo a selfish place,I can hold the melting snowFallen from your limbs.You cryPorcelain, to the fire.Frozen droplets,While each arm of yoursBrings temptation, with breathTo hold you, in this trance. We danceWithin white noise.Taking to a pace,For that selfish placeWhere the world can beDuly ignored. Love has waited,As the clouds have mournedEnough, to root…
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Don’t you miss the foundation,During whenThe waves collapsed your shore?You were everThe face to kiss,Same with the sunriseWhen I could not turn around,For I missed the sunset. Don’t you dwell in isolation,Worshipped by those who bathe you? Falls originate from your eyes,Though the fall begins from your feet. You were delicate,In your grace.Living as those…
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Came abright toRemind ourselves of fewDroplets, we had brought downWith the idle crown.Love led us to the picturesque,While sunsets did strideFaces onward, ever afterwardThis grasp did slide. Birth of wakeful stories,With mirth to be unpleasantFor the fantastical entitiesWe did conjure, in serenity. Kiss for the wake of a smile,Did peel bark upon the awkward mile.…
Modern Romanticism 