Poetry
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Can a grip Truly slip Free, from the sand More bottomless Than the sea? I hold down cradles, more dear Than up my sails. She was the terror upon the wind, I write to the journey of endless breaths. She wields the storm, My tempest, Her eyes, held in the clouds, Her face, kept behind…
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The romance With the resplendence. The wild eyes, The miserable cries. The wilderness, The loneliness, The bewilderment Of one set of lips Far enough to hear its sigh, Never close enough to taste. Her wind is let through cold Of my window. Her drear is a pressure so dear That I wish to call myself…
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The jaws open wide, Leaving me space to crawl, Leaving me gaps to enter, Leaving me miseries to console. The lips plastered there Upon her surface, One swollen By eyes of innumerable tears, Calls me to her wings. I am a rose too many In this burning bouquet I hold, in arms, steady, Though rotten.…
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Your eyes Rain all my nourishment. I shall not thirst, Nor even hunger With all your sorrows dispelling from moon, With blackened sun At our backs. Ashes come to my mouth, Dried of moisture, As your eyes are the apocalypse without the rose, For no spring could be ever triumphant Upon the shores of my…
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Drown down the stream Our woeful dreams. You have set the fires To raise up desire. We have not Been so close to warmth, While we were sailing across Something so blue. Your hands, My shoulders Part On their ways, down two hemispheres, For I cannot turn my direction To kiss the corner. There is…
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You crowded my eyes As I gave you this ring of gold To embrace your finger As though a crown above your head. You stood above the lingering shores Where the banks to my rivers broke And I loosened the waters to my lips, Where I could taste of my happiness. Sparkles were for The…
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Let come the rain. Our fields are thirsty For the stains of splashed Earth. Our dreams remained with The sudden parting upon the forty-fifth Angle to the unknowns.
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Loosening the lace about your waist, Kissing you beneath the sun, You are the gull without an island, For that you cannot even roam Is why your eyes have become the oceans. I wrap hands About yourself, in the fires To your form. For you forge the night, rawest In the tooth decay of so…
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I write All I do not know, For the libraries have left me Of their books, Of their words. I am a sentence too late To whisper a farewell in your ear. You came in a moment, To disappear off the clock, As I counted each second backwards. Your breath sails down your throat, Swallowed…
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Drink deep these moments, Running across our veins In the sensation of idle death, In the bountifulness of stable breath. I come to you, as merciful, For I hold each droplet on my chin That once belonged To each stray petal hovering Above the planet’s ocean. We encircle For we are circles About the unwinding…
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Enthrall me, Surround me, Teach me Words of a pioneer’s tutoring. I am the man who has forgotten his name Upon saddest ways. My trails I create From eyes as cold as winter’s throat, Bury me beneath, Bury me below. Your love Stupefies, Magnifies All I crave, All I want, All I need. Let the…
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How long must I Call my knees to fall To your lips lowered neatly To the fossil of me? You turn a head Towards God and His head. He pledged a kingdom to you, Of a great castle, Not bleeding, Though needing. I am a broken man Needing of only one chance To call me…
Modern Romanticism 