Poetry
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Just a handLet loose from the palm,Kissed to many a rainThat had fallen from eyes meant to see stars.He watched her fade,Staring with a wandering soul,Wondering eyesSo rounded by ringsTo a beauty that remained eternally young. A world within himself,Homesick,FalteringBeneath waves that carry canes. He shall beMore crippled without her near,Still holding the blue upright,Still…
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Never so muchKept in the dark,Holding upon soil, with an animalStuffed with paper,Paper disused,Misused,Meant for currency,Used for comfort. A bleeding,Rife,Opened soulTo the sounds of a distant fallingOf a woman’s voice.She sends him whispers,The child with the teddy bear,The child with a lonely stare. A spirit,A phantomClung to dirt,And from dirt, to debris. A little tearComes…
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What a mindI was born within,A final echoing momentThat I release from lips chapped by time.I release the fuel from the fire,The water from the soil,The entrances from the exits,The simplicity from the complication. I sacrifice tears,To let allowance to awesome fears,A greater shiveringTo a world that has nothing moreThan the pain where I sink…
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Startled presence,Do not be alarmed.Be in comfortWhen I hold your head back on my arm.Your tearsFall to be consumedBy an outspread tongue.I need to knowYour light is greater than my own. Can you believeIn dreams,Once more? I live for the reckoningOf a preserved moment.No more loss, to drench our souls. Let loveCross skies, sent forward…
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The one who claimed,The one who namedA special curtain to be placedUpon the dark of the past,Sees grains,Sees stainsStill upon the woes of a woman’s heart,Still hearing the echoesThat loosen themselves from a slender tongue,Repeating of sadness,Releasing of madness. You’ve heldFor one quarter of a centuryUpon the roses,As your eyes merely saw the red of…
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Open eyes,Unfurled wings of a tiny newborn.He means to feel the warmth,To drench his mind in her vision,Her sight,Her gaze.A mother’s blessing upon the soon to beHailed as King. Bleeding woesWill beSoon to beThe stifling of a world’s silence.Can Heaven sing any louder? A tapestry unfolded,A Bible ruined,A journey so sublimeUp to the altarWhere folded…
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It is to my consignThat I must give allowanceTo the earth’s hunger.She flooded the newborns, their milk,Drawn from the sea of her flesh,White as the stains of purityOnce enveloped between her legs. A nicetyTo one single liability,That she must turn to ash,To be gatheredBy the storm with its herding winds.I have, at my backThe urge,…
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He sees his God,Upside-down upon the cross,Disheveled,Though bandagedBy the pauper’s rags.That man,Withdrawn into the dirtBeneath his perfect feet.His remorseTakes a courseBackwards, away from what he fearsMay send him into tears. Beautiful imageOf a Saint,Whose blood flows as crimson dustDown to the same earthA man with perfect feet, sends his following.Dust,Eternal in its slopeTo no one’s…
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I lean back on the shoreTo count the imprints of crutches,To trace the tracks of wheels,Marking the stage of my crippled state.Her kiss blew out my flame,Her tears fell to causeThe final stain. I loveWithout sympathy.I fly from herWith fire to my wings. There is no graceIn this brutal face of mine.There is no spaceUpon…
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StareWith all your gleaming spirit.EmboldenThe ripeness of a flower’s petals.Your irises speak to the orchids,As your pupils whisper to the sun.No blindness,Just color,As would be of your soul. I am enamored,GatheredBy the remaining droplets of joyThat hum down your cheeks,As you fall to my arms,Catching the many pleas,Within the fewest seasThat set a calm tide…
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Wake the leavesFrom their sleep.Blow silent kissesThrough the Autumn rain.Wilt your eyes,With the tearsThat come crashingTo my waiting hands. Can you walkWithout stoppingOn the road next to debris,On the road next to where you leftLonely scenery? Your beauty,Your startled handsPush trust from your side.You run,When you envelop me. Falling tresses,Lonely eyes,Tortured mind,Of my only despairing…
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Let your sun come up,To crash with the wind,Making warmth sear my cheeks,Loosening radiance against these scarsThat recede like waves from the shoreInto sculpted memories. I am, where you falter,Beneath the anchor.We are Moses, choosing to be stagnant,Rather than to part the reflection,The complexionOf captivation. Just a heart buried too deep,Just a moment we can…
Modern Romanticism 