Poetry
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Among you, for you,The waters keep curlingThe fog around your eyes,Porcelain,Drying against the laneWhere sadness is your stainOn the arms, embracing closeRemembrance of the fallen. Upon you, around youWhere teeming life does swirlIn the galaxy where keeps your heartSwollen, to never partFrom the idle awakening of a startTo your life’s journey to a mythOf happiness,…
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Petals, drawn out of eyes,Washing on, running onFrom the place they laid upon. A mind full of symmetry,Mindful of jealousyMoving forth to shortcomings,Laid flat in the long-termOf a presidency voted in by grief, Washing ashore, eyes to seekThe stagnancy in the idle blueOf skies that never drop,With hearts that never stop. Wandering with cruel disclosureUpon…
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Burrowed heart inA faceless finalityWhere heartbeats are heard,To be envied.The walking stainNow writes himself, in a cruel place. She lifts her stateTo his pleasure, put in place.Open, yet stagnant, are his wordsUttered from rotting lips,Mourned over his teeth,Wailing for blood to keep. Cruel, discarded sympathyFalling lower than empathy.An embrace to the venomOf love’s unholy reason.…
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Displaced from my bedside,The moon broken in two,The listless being who belongs withinHas come crawling with pleading handsTo bandage his wounds with the smearUpon the spot where life did sicken,Burying pain in the tears.For what did quicken the heartWas the crawl for the lips, that part, Speaking for the milestone,“No bliss that, for you, would…
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White roaming tide,Blundering through the kissThat wields me, as I screamThrough the awe-inspiring shame.Of myself, to the blissAmong this Heaven I missedWhen aiming for my heart,A dagger for the infinite scar,As I remember you. Our worlds grow, as seasons changeA broken reflection among the sameIdle blood that never stainedA heart, for many moreCould be used,…
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Pulled about the loosened veil,Everything seems to rainAround this battered templeIn the life most lived, within motion,Exiting towards the estranged ocean.The sun dressed me, its golden coatFor great abandonment from what is mostCapable to be undone, Of decadent time, glimpses to be won,In spite of everything newly saidOf a virgin tempest, where burns fever.With passion’s…
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Strewn lilacs at the cutting board,Divided by the subtle awakening of winter,Great storms to conspire againstThe love that ropes the season’s pledgeUpon the testament where life is meantTo arrange itself in pleasure’s edge. A knife to draw the perfect faceFrom the flawed eyes that never leaveGreat perception on beauty’s weaveOf intricacy in its ignited empire.…
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Walk in your kind symmetryAs seasons seek to change you.You are a glimpse of temptation,Stalking what despondence leavesSoaked upon the ground, unseen.Grass blades bend themselves in gravityWeighted in the great future. All dreams of you had been spunTo all that would be undone. Love rows a boat to your shore,Leaving letters for awaiting hands,For a…
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Divide the even space betweenAll of the commanding radianceWhere love conquers the scene,Of life’s own brittle inhabitance.Making music of bitter griefCalls me to my disbelief. Love is a great cradle drawn emptyOf what did grow to reach the moon,Born of a naked vow in eternityWhere life is clean to dispose the gloom.Inborn silence and making…
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What currents sweep me to retreatBack from motions for which she’d churnA soothing mouth with words undone?Senseless sensations on gravity’s pleaTo unite with sacred effigy to burnA life in the great, blissful wide one. Here, the curtains falls to recollectThe dust that laced the distant threads,While light enters through to resurrect. Each storm about her…
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With life yet overturned and crossed,With single exposures to divided clouds,Then for radiance to speak of loss, “Daunted life in situated crowds,Bending with eyes to distant feetFor submission, presented to mouths.” A voice collected itself upon the street,Holding a heart open with matched bloodTo the conceiving love brought in, discreet. As hair falls to match…
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You speak for where you sleep,The world gusts off your lips,A kiss, I’d not, for where you heaveIs sure for life to then slip. To that sun of hardly heightTo wake your prettied eyes,I’d not move for fear of frightYou’d come to, in bitter cries. A drop of radiance to your cheeksWandered from the window,…
Modern Romanticism 