Poetry
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Love,Count these stars.For theyRemind you of the manyTraces of an element,To earth, with its close faces,Broken into sand,Awakening on the shoresOf eternal forgiveness. I am hereTo hold your handThat gives way to glass,That shattersFrom whereYou held the ocean, far apartWith the moon to give you tears,With trust, in togetherness. You areFallen upon a sword,Dreaming of…
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Something wellsUp from the longest stream of pain,The blackest shoreOf the tormenting void. SomethingSo slender, that I forgotOf youThat does not restSo plentifullyIn this wearied mind. Your face,A notion of something slowTo bury itself,Stings me with clarity for a loss. The eyes,Those hollow cries,Those other facesThat never depart, so readily. You screamOf the land’s defeat,A…
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Pulled againstThe great oceanOf your sighing mouth,Gathering fragmentsOf your broken heartTogether, for the nextMoment, in our empty space. We love to hope,Leaning against the other,Against the barren slopePulling sidewaysThe tears that once shieldedOur vacant and lucid eyes. For we love with open gravityTo stay ourselvesUpon the earth, with its clarity. We dream in the iron,The…
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Hold downTeardrops from statuesMeltedOf hearts left to the rain,For dreams merged with the painOf times so soft in the hard handsThat toiled about in the soilFor the rocks that would stopThe train of sicknessTo the other, so frail. Your firm, recollected fleshIn the handsThat never twitch,Blossoming for meA beginning to seeOf roses, in a garden…
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Does she belongWhere the world cries the longestVowels, for her contemplation?She diesIn a long sentence,Able to bleedBy a frozen shoreline,Broken and disbelievedOf the sickness, in mind. Mute,And unable to fathomWishful thinkingFrom the crimson disbelief.A mind closed by two walls,With the othersEmbraced by a silenced heart,With a drumbeat that mimicksWhat could have been. PleasureAnd painDrives storms…
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When writing wordsIn such demise,I notice the sadnessIn their crying eyes. Faces even by the momentOf sacred, heavenly departureOf the adornedIn their great web of secrets,Fashioned over by attireBlack upon the bleakest hearts. Someone will noticeThe sadness, I give away,On my own,Using tears for the inkIn the great decoration of wordsOver blankness, for the immaculate.…
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Hold, now,What lasts upon its little pathwayBeneath the bleeding auraOf the faintest sun.For a candle has been litTo see the signalThat life shall move with the heavinessOf distant, dark shadows. Your hand in mine,A hope to findIn the meadows of our forgotten Heaven,Where we can takeTo the light, when losing our way.The faces that displayThemselves,…
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DominantTo beThe gatewayTo cover herself with the flakesOf coldness,Whitening cheeksWith heavy frost.Still to be, great with beautyFor all things I love of she. With dying might,Of beaming frightShe sends sounds to my direction,As sicknessIs now my alteration.A winter in her eyes,As autumn is in mine.Frost shall comeTo weigh the heavy heart of no one. Old…
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I hold the oarsIn hands, to meet the trailBack to the valleyWhere your arms are crossedIn the earth, beneath my feet.For I sail a traceUpon this death-space,Where vows are won,Though deeds were done. One final lingering momentTo the penance, to the raptureOf moments stolenFrom your feeble youthTongue-tied to be brazenAs the ocean is frozen,Crumbling in…
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Red dustTo the overgrowthOf flamesIn the recession of her skin,To the waves of her breathBleeding to the finest crossTo bear the weight of yesterday’s sin. One memoryHeated by a lighted wick,Sends signals to streets, emptiedFor that which is sick. Love’s bluest soundOf grief that stings the next cheekOver the one who did sleepIn the night’s…
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When grace soothes giant’s steps,Holds the teeming insideOf a sinful flame,Creates motions to a manAnd his wounded vestige,Holds his dearest departureFrom the overtureTo something now beginning to die,There is dissertation. There is analogy,There is eulogyTo the one forgotten.As his hand lands in twoWith slender fingers to matchCandles besideHis broken bedside,Beseiged by thoughts, unwindingTo be disbelieved,There…
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Heal a hurt,And start a heart,Fill the place where sickness stung,Where needles pierced,Where fates were wrungIn hands,Cold as winter’s breath. Feel loveWarm aboutFutures so uncertain,Of nakedness to dying awareness,Where beautyCan recede, to overflowThe land of its origin. Hold her eyesOn the chart, brimming withMemories, so strident,Onward, to the eclipse of a heart,To grow bold with…
Modern Romanticism 