Poetry
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My love, never dissolved,My pain, never absolved.It drives me onIn this stormy seaOn a vessel of tomorrowWhere I drown the fishes that rise up,Upon the land. As the waters catch the sun’s mournful rays,Nothing evaporatesIn the tide.Nothing upon my hands,By the red that covers the sandsMakes movement to recede to the air.I am, in my…
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Move you,Soothe youTo the coming stormsWhere we shall frolic,Instead of whimper. We are made for might,Not for fright.Your bed of fleshIs my pillow.My arms shall be your havenOf protection. Guide you,Survive youTo the weakness of a moment.You hold garments on silken white skinNeeding not to remain. I lift what has been clouded by fog.I dream…
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Sunder all with eyes of sadness,As your cup is drunk from, to its bottom.I love your loose eyes,Draining what tears you have left, for hope.I love your parted lips,Motioning whispers of escaping pasts. Gallop your horses,Make them walk.Make yourself the woman with a nested crownAbove your temples, above your head.You caress all your life with…
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Bloody offspring Of mine, on the lakes Of debris, Call your nightmare Your chapter, Onwards to conclusion. Let your roar be for the moon’s own tears, Escaping your dreams, running from fears. Force sympathy apart, Wrench the compassion from stones, For you have licked ivory. You see the towers, You see the lighthouse, You see…
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As I crowned you plentyWith smiles owing up to Heaven,Your arms that now embrace the lifeless voyageTo an eternity in peace,You still part a mouth for a silent kiss. In your barren glance,I see a painted reflectionOf me, in a mind that grows deep,Reaches highUnto the sunset and sky. I crown you with a wreath…
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To the arranged bouquet, Gently emerging from the dirt, I will take myself to the taint, Gracing my lowered self to the hurt. Your beauty is a suffocation, An enclosed memory Of all that drinks in the scenery, Of a mind that lifts, to no defeated end. Blood is discovered, As the raindrops from the…
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Drunk on me, As I drink you. You are the fountain of retaining youth, As I leak my old foundations to your warm center. Bleed out, for the both of us, As I will, too. Your hair is a stream, Your fingers are unfurled, Your words are a long walk Upon chapters in our existence.…
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Mirth Gives birth To new arrangements Of bright lights. Your kisses dance atop My skin In this velvet morning. Dream with me The newcomers Who change their smiles When they switch their miles. We shall not Interpret the world for its disaster, Though for its revival, When we walk along bloody shores, Guaranteeing the Earth’s…
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Your even tracesSpill wild graces.I am fixed upon the moonOf your prettied face.To then, your form beyond,To see, the great details beneathA changing expression. You have formed your formOut of ivory.I have tasted its sample,Of leaking perspiration. You battle quiet momentsWith fervent joy.You resound the chapters aloudOf our breath beneath the water. I taste of…
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Trace your ground,Smother that soundOf years that belong to yesterday.There is too much at stakeFor you to break. I wed, through the sonnet,Your fabled face,In its truest grace.I speak syllables that matter mostTo the epitome of what is close. The gates surroundUs,Where we walk beyond the shore.We get undressedTo the rain, that stains our forehead.…
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Under scarred landscapesOf greatest heartbreaks,I quiver,As I shiver.The love I left upon the dirt,Grows with thorns, replacing hurt.The dust that settles in the sky,Was lifted from below, to sorrow’s goodbye. I lose what I kept inside,I give all I felt was mineTo the blue pieces of a Neptune showerIn oceans that leave me to cower.…
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How may I seeThrough the lens of a broken cameraShe is to beViewed from each sideWith admiration,Upon adoration.My eyesSurface to the edgeCounting falling dropletsFrom ducts that never erasedMemories from the lakes. Why despiseWhat I can love,Forever-more?Her beauty is captured in stillness,Too still. Death leaks overboardMy arms that held upon quivering movement.I let her dropFrom my…
Modern Romanticism 