Poetry
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My knees give way For me, to be Beneath you, and hold you this ring That represents All that I have sent Up to you, In the blue, in the daylight. Your lips whisper a kind serenity Down to me, For me to see, what will come to be For us. Love is everywhere. I…
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Everywhere I travelBrings the nighttime to peakUp towards the moon, where each gleam is shown. I’d love to, but cannotEver mean to kiss youBeneath the starlit skyWith wine in hand,Upon cheeks so bland,And lips crossed upon the sand. Where will you stayWhen I have gone faraway?Little dear, you tend to play with your fears. Laced…
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Allow me what you can Offer, to me For I have not aplenty To give back. There is pain that soaks my eyes, That stings both pupil and iris. I beg of you, Allow me something to rid it. The kiss or the rope, To love or to die, To breathe or to sigh, As…
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Let me smile Just for a while. I feel you weeping In the newest night Where the keenest fright Has washed us both of our right To feel content, within our light. Why do we cry? Why shed tears, as birds Made to float or fly As droplets glide Down to people’s cheeks That are…
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My beauty With eyes the curves to the Earth, Encompassing what makes the land and seas, Give yourself to me, And fret no more. You have lips to be kissed, As soft as my heart once could not be Until a specific attraction To where I place my mouth. For it is not to the…
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Without a crown,I am no empireFor you to call homeUpon the highest throneWhere thorns wrap aroundAnd feed our pain a greater wordThan mere want. Here is a wedding in spring.There are your lips, for the tasteWith droplets falling offLike from the tulip’s petals. Here are your eyesFor the cherishing,For the yearning,For the blessing, of our…
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Long since I’ve known you, To see the books upon the shelves in your mind, To know that you have no pages alike The women across the lane, The women across the meadow, Nor the women across the whole of Earth. You are no one’s equal, Drowned, as you are, in my current of endearing…
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Let me lay beside you Cold, in the rain While you shield me in your arms, Like a mother without a child. I feel like a man without power, Like a man without a smile, Like someone without the world to bring up, As you do. Little woman, with passion about yourself, Do not let…
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How does one reach within The bare chest of a woman, without covering To receive the heart that has darkened itself To the sun? Love usually fed upon her flesh Enough that when I came to her She was the sun, not the moon that cries in the shadows. She received no darkness upon one…
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She has pages bonded to see one anotherBy the threads of her heartstrings.She has fuel for her happinessSomeplace or other. I love her with all of my wingsTo spread her warmth across her battlefield.Love is breaking her apart,Though she finds it more to mend. A history of one womanIs as the broken stars and the…
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A face of much graceHas sought to look beyond herselfTo my soul,Where she discovered a corruption.A devotion,A respectFor her among the rest,Was something I held upon, for dearest whiles. Life leaves no inconsistenciesUpon beating hearts.Yet, that turns towards the misfortuneOf being uncertainWhen love drops its dew into the portrait. All of fear,Had been held so…
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Bleed me in the open, Drink me in the open, Drink my contents That have been spent. Bleed, and nourish yourself Lady of beauty. You seem to enjoy this While I despair in the solitude Of my tears. I creep among my own ashes, I stay awake among my own grave, I sing a note…
Modern Romanticism 