Poetry
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We sleep in graves Shrouded by something like petals, Offered to us. We kiss Only the soil above us, Among raining tears, From Heavens that share our grief. Will we still plead To God, above, To offer us love? I am plentiful in my sadness, You were, with your smile upon a twitching face, The…
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Here is where The Heavens quake, As hearts break, As snow falls To make the tides rush in their white Glimpses to fresh eons Of something painless. The unstable heart Is but a while to be born, Then an instant to be dead, Faltering in every move To be heard, like what rumbles in its…
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All the ocean, divided in two, Seems to run over your cheeks. I am locked in the deep, Divided from you. Why have no birds ever seen the sun When we could fly? Why have no whales stayed at the surface When we could breathe? I am lost at the bottom Of all your tears.…
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Your air, and my own Drink wine, upon the cliffs Where we may take sight of owls Perched upon the top of boughs, In this distant night. For all I witness is the ocean, With a phantom beside Me, in the unfolded world. Unfurled, are my lips To taste the breezes, coming ashore. Furled, are…
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I said the currents would rush From quivering eyes. I said the ocean would fill your heart, Before it turned to snow. Breathe for me What you want to see Of a universe, that does not bleed. For only a star Could reveal such light Against the void of disappearance. How much blood Could fill…
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Watch as the sun sets, Watch as her eyes close Against the sheltering sky, As her remaining breath waters my eyes. Watch as I loosen my grasp To set her into the sea, While my tears make the ocean move, Among my sobs, With a hurricane of grief. I wanted her in the Earth, In…
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Who holds the rose Against the tide of hurt? Who holds the stem against The flowing blood, Acting as the dam, Acting as the building Where I may pray For a new love, To be thrown over my grieving heart, Like one velvet robe, Comforting my lonely spirit? Who says that the idea of love…
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How deep can you fill this cup Full of your woeful tears? Your heartache was a shared one, Full of the glimpses to an ended world. Can this emptiness spill over Of my cupped hands? I have a solitary planet travelling through the milky texture Of my porcelain cheek, Like embracing a nebula When it…
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Awaken me, For my pain, The burning Is becoming forgotten. I hold upon the face of a clock, With my left hand in the grasp of a minute, As my right hand is in the grasp of a second. Was I too early, Or was I too late To take you? All that I kiss,…
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No one so much as relevant Did see me part ways With the irises, the coloring Of a world so vast, so in-depth with meaning As a woman with a tulip pressed against either cheek, As someone whose future begins to see itself, Over again, in the dried lakes. You were, Again, in my mind,…
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Where were these sticks Crossed over shallow mud? Like my heart, nude in the wind of your sighs, It came highest, to point out among the grain. I lost all, With truest signs, to accompany me In the soil, in the leaves. I feel the weights, Among the mirrors, Hollow in how deep Goes me,…
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Without thee, I’ve committed to be The lone man, with nothing to hold. Can I hold a ghost, in these weary arms? I cannot, though would love to Weep for the first time. I cannot, though would love to Kiss a woman, again. It would not be like the first. I create stars for my…
Modern Romanticism 