Poetry
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Within the semblanceOf your eyes,Turning about to face the sunAs it criesYellow light to stream from its void,Where a moon sought to crush the blanketingRose of where you highlighted your faceUpon, when your life was certain. I leave you to the winds.Suffer more, for I can never win.Like leaves that leave their branches,With the moon…
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Oh, love,Marry meWhere winter can sleep,Where feelings can rushFrom somewhere deep.I can quit the stormAbove my eyes,Would you to take my hand,Gathering the petalsOf a fertile and eternalBeautiful spring. We have crossedWays that were so crooked,Lines that were too narrow,While we loved with a bleeding sight,While we lived in the course of fright.Take my golden…
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Towards the sun,The openWhere I find you, laying thereIn twisting streamsOf your velvet stare.I can lay a kissThat even God will not remember,Will not see,As my eyes cut cleanTo the veins of you. BreathingA design to your solaceOf you,My illusion, my empireWeeping a remaining roadFor my weary legs to walk,Bleeding pathsDown, for hopes to be…
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Like love never wore proudlyThe mark of you,To sootheThe dark of you,Leaving flickers to set you to sleep,My deepest romance,Kissing you, under the vowTo never departFrom the heart, of you. I can restDeep below your shadow,Leaving drops to count a new light,Falling from my eyes,In tearstained loyalty. Your words,Your eyesAre to my every obedience.I love…
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SafetyEludes the shores,Of your form in the twist,Of your shades to be kissed,Of your wakefulnessHere to be missed. When you open your mouthTo breathe your horrors,Call through to me,When I can weep alongsideThe preciousness of you. When you can sighWords that catch the slopeOf sand once fertile,To new beginnings, I will runTowards the holiest sun.…
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How much warmth of summerDo you feel,When I touch you, in your trembling?My hands graze firmYour shoulders, your neck,To breathe in a million starsFrom your weathering eyes. Such coldness,So much oldnessScars you,Tears you down,In fields of waking memory,Bleeding your eyes dry. Feel whole,My bleeding beloved,For the world cannot scorn you,So much as I will warm…
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Will it,Upon the day when I take youShower me in golden splashes?I want to hold all there is,Of youIn this wilderness of smogOf cities that weep their hatredOver streets made of flame. Will your breath be warm,Of golden arrows to pierce my heart?Will you echo the loudnessOf certain enamoringLucidity? I want youIn these arms,Where I…
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Wild,Strewn aboutIn nakedness,Leaving me my own tears,Consuming themIn one banquet of fears.How much hollownessFor how many graves? Love is the only worldThat knows not how to leave,Not how to depart,From my withered mind,DauntingAs a single petal at the edgeOf a broken stem.All I have is one candleTo see my faceIn her own. Love is herself,For…
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How ordinaryYou are,When you lift your headTo see the sun has setBeyond the banks of the ocean’s edgeWhere I have placed my lipsTo swallow its indulgenceTo me. How disciplinedThis fable has become,Outlining your form in the rust.How unwiseYou always were,When disease is your new ease. How many momentsOf your heartAre counted, as beats upon the…
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As love,With the subtle breathTo cull the windFrom her heart,With the gentlenessTo conceal the grieving sighsThat bleed out the echoes of goodbyes. Like the summer that never waitedFirmly in the plunging dayTo make the night on her shoulders. Like the winter that forever settledOn her loathing eyes,Forging moments that were never whole. As life,To face…
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Oh, how I have formed youOut of twine for stems,To make of the newest budsYour highest faceWith lips to kiss,With grace to never miss.My eyes are there for you,As your sigh wanders over hills,Believing in wondersWe could not ever kill. We could not ever sweepAll this stabilityFrom our side.We could not erupt volcanoes,Leaving tracesOf blood,…
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Love is the burial Of unkindness, Of my bleeding remorse In the soil. What grows? Who sings Besides her, who sees my swinging Form, in the bringing Of blue upon the deepest seas Of her sadness, To my departure. There is a smile, So deep, and wild, That did leave Me, without breath.
Modern Romanticism 