Poetry
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Make love to me, Paradox of no explanation. I could give you the taste, The taste of knowledge, The fruit born from a stem, Offered where bliss is nude. Cover me with your tears, And embed me in darkness. Let me sing what I can bring To your mouth, in the nighttime’s uncouth Display of…
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Who said that the world would end, When tomorrow brings the heaviest roses? Who had said that, Upon the arrival of Spring? We bleed the morning’s tears, And taste the flavor of fear, Drunk upon the saltiness of pain. Love blooms in the most miserable areas Where pollution strides around Upon human legs. We carry…
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There is death around, Stuck in the stench, upon nostrils around. What ways to see the ground, for what it truly bleeds When empathy cries a greater noise Than ever does life, when it leaves. Empathy holds instruments, as loud as the fate of others Upon the turn of their eyes away from coming death,…
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What a treat, What a romance To have the entrance, of a worn and bruised heart That does not know What path, What vein, To choose for the long road. It is all endless to her, All belonging to the infinity in her confusion. She bleeds inescapable roads At her feet. She grows tears like…
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Written with tragedyUpon felled daysWhere breaths burn upon sorry lipsThat whispered apologies to scarred ears.My love, you are as sweet as everything I could envisionOf doomsday’s arrival. There is music to play,And blood to boil.There are eyes to stay,And memories to play. There is life gone astray,And enormous portraits that waneUpon the pain in open…
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Where does life mean to take you,Dear one?Your eyes have had too many tearsCrawl out,Like buds from a newly-grown shrub. Are we too much in debtWith our hearts? Love surely made us winners,Not sinners. Nothing has been feelingAs emptyAs where the sky had been adriftLike the ocean was flipped. Beautiful, as your eyes.Beautiful, as the…
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I have wishedThat this garden would tell me moreThan all I have ever thought was closeTo me.Just another kiss,Can I beg for it? Your stare shiftsUnder my gaze.Do I appear ominous?Am I holding the love you want? Nothing so close,Has been so close,As my closest disregard.My doubtIs a place,A garden of distance. Can I kissThe…
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My idle heart Will not start Without something of external Love, to close this part. The distance between your eyes and my own Has left me with fingers upon the heartstrings, As no sounds will ever play. I used to make music with you, Beloved one. Entrancement Once made me drowned in your exotic emotion,…
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I had lost you Afloat at sea, Where nothing but the drowning Could be breathed. I cannot lose you, again, When death will take you on blackened wings And claim to love you More than my own Temple of that swollen emotion. Love is a beacon, A frozen light In the dead of night. Why…
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There has been nothing to seeElse in my mind,But the doors that do not windBackwards in the wind.Love has played keys upon your nostrilsTo make you breathe,While strumming strings upon your tongueTo make you taste. Love has been the universeTo mount the stars on pedestals.Love has been the placement of platesUpon a table made for…
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What will believe Us to be The truest sorts of lovers And the crudest sorts of hoarders? Our hearts Seem to be Too big for our chests. Where is the lock? It was meant to stay in place, But the doors have opened, And we can see blood. What will fade From us? What will…
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See the red Beyond the path? Do not cross it, Or we will surely die. Each desire of ours Fades into the black, By the fire near the fallen hours. Alone with you, Hand held with destiny Upon frozen rocks, And discord that crafts locks To put upon our agile hearts. Each escape Into worlds…
Modern Romanticism 