Poetry
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Upon the leaves,Streaming where you leftThis worldFrozen over,In greatest gracesDeparted from yourself,For all I see is unending snow.Love holds you,In the deepest of puddles. I loveAll that came from you,Believing youWhere you put your warm heart,Fading youIn the skies, where Heavens corruptBy the black light of my grief. You wash your eyesIn the tears that…
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Leaving youBuried, in the fields of your remembrance,Spelling out songs in the wilderness,Drying tears upon the edges of broken petals.There is a waiting life,Bleeding ourselves to dineUpon the blood of strife,Wilting ourselves, in the shallows. Wasting youWhere dreams come, unending.They’re real as nightmares,Where I can liveWithout you.The love I felt,Like loosening the streamsFrom the dams…
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Come upWithout a sound,Nested upon your pursed lips,For you ache,I as I know it to beThe heart of your ownThat never opened somethingSo together sown. Lift yourselfTo heights, unimaginedBy the faults of your rewards,To the reward of my faults.For the man of me,Welcomes the woman in you.Will you leave the girl behindOf your rotting past?…
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GriefNever contemplatesBelief,For I only wish to denyAll the tears I have cried.For I find no soundsIn the breaths,That carry from my lips,While silence of a certain sortHas rested atop her porcelain mouthPainted low upon a face,As I am left to her feeble grace. Both the hands,I had heldOf her own,Now have dropped to the mud,As…
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Let us loveUntil the day is wonBy the city’s sculptural nights,Losing messagesIn the wind, of our screaming sighs,Facing tears,Winding back fearsTo when minute hands could soothe. Lifting your veilTo bury a kiss into your lips,Finding a heartBeyond the sea of your form,To an island of dreams,Leaving anchors behindIn the stillness of empty clouds,Where hearts do…
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RobbedOf each tearTo plod its naked voyageAtop these trembling cheeks,While I speakTo her, in the sequence of dreams,Letting arms burn within arms,Leaving dust to mark each placeWhere I cried. Oh, beautifulGraces upon shoulder-tops,Of flesh cast in marbleWarm to the emptinessOf this barren heart.Love-covered eyes,And hands concealed in gold,Wielding her nameUpon the edge of my tongue.…
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Holding your ownFrom the rope that swings your feet.Just a burial awayFrom a face, marked in place,From a kiss, you’ve surely missedOn the long slopes of your voyage,Dreaming for a world to riseTo your tongueLaced with ashes. You’ll come to tasteThe fever, in awakened haste,While the moon stands, above,As the sun is buried, below.Solace is…
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BreathingNocturnal winds,Over cancerous mountainsLike tumors looking dead at the moonFor the awaited blood upon a field,Leaving her starlessIn the gazes of too many eyes. Tipped candles,Fallen orchardsOf apples buried in soilWatered by fertile tearsTo raise up arms, to embrace the shoutOf a monster with his face to the sun. LovingWith a heart, torn in two,Meant…
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Endless daysOf carrying this promise on boardA vessel of frozen boards,A crystallized helmSteering myself from the sadness,Wherever I could weighThis heavinessTo a different darkness. One hopeTo let shine upon my stuck feet,Melting the sinew and bone,Leaving meAs the statue of stone.One shine of silverWhere gold lifts itself from my heartIn remembrance of her. Into this…
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Here is she,The wall of my collapse,As the woeWields the heartache and throeOf my future’s promiseTo be the simple droplet upon a cheek,Swimming in fear. There is she,With fortune to call misfortune,For she remembers the inklings of yesterday.She says,“The shadows are kinder than any promiseThe given light could spark,For your radiance is a faint one.”…
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Rain keeps fallingIn her heart,Like melting snowReceiving the heatOf the fewest grains of Hell.SandCovers her ashes,While shadowsCover her light. I know she hurtsUnder where she blanketsA melting face,Of tears that bleed on for years,In the waking velvetOf sheetsThat lift, before her form. She lays, buried,Naked,For all the kisses I placeLike spells upon her lips,Upon her…
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My eyesSought rain,Upon the daysI couldHave my way.Down the roadsWhere the droplets fellTo heaviness,To the wearinessOf my battered heart. My mindSeeks solaceUpon the softest groundWhere your wings did liftLike an angel, spreadOver the fairest earth,As though sands sought elsewhereOther thanThe crimson over your eyes. Just a slender finger,I can weaveAround the night’s drops from oneVelvet,…
Modern Romanticism 