Poetry
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Do not Come to weep A single droplet of wax into my hand From your eye, that melts The color of the moon. Silver is the changeable Metal, Still so dry in the stillness of a night, Where wine glasses touch lips, and curves extend from hips. I find what I cannot Find in any…
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She carries fire atop her loins, Spreads it upwards for the world to see, And to breathe, Red upon a scenery of pink, And scents as raw as the flesh carved out Of a wilderness beneath. She attracts the goers to the flame, She makes use of those resorting to disdain, Brought out of life,…
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Only the fewest porcelain cheeks, Matching themselves To be two, Can be for my kisses, And my wants. My love held a rope out For me to catch. And, I only caught its edge, I only caught a tiny thread Of the whole. Great phoenix Overhead and beneath, Like flames that do not let go…
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What have I done Upon a time, when I looked up To see what tears I have shed, upon my own eyes, From my own sun? My own light Has wept a current, a trail for me to follow With steps that cross, Though, are not so elegant As she, The woman, With burdens I…
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In the snowOr in the haze of a winter’s eveningJust when wind is coming over your dress,You’ll ask to receive lessThan what I have ever offered.For in the coldness,You are quite like oldness. Quite like without graceOf an ill cat on the roadwayTo some morsel or scrap,To sate an appetite, so lifeless, yet so stirring.Quite…
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Next you will give to the wielder Droplets atop your skin, in the white Of it, to be drunken from, Like those of crystalline form To rain from the tankard, of the honeyed drink. Plead to me, All you’ve ever wanted, And I’ll lay it out for you, Atop the thorns of your heart, Atop…
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Your eyes, Your smile, After we’ve talked For the while, Shows signs you’ve given in To my seduction. Was it the tone? Was it the way I smoothed you down to size? Which way did you submit? Your tragedies Of a past life, Are histories, written in books inside your mind. Shall we kiss, Beneath…
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Blueness, and sickness,Like tears that come as blackness,Like shadow that encapsulatesHer formAt the edge of winter.Her bereavement was the castle upon the slope,Where careened downWere the pieces of a marriage, lost to be buried. We each drained tears into an ebony cup,And felt for the soil that conceals our presence.We masked our emotions with solemn…
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What kisses came across Your ivory skeleton. Your form had receded from its fullness Back to the elegance of death, And I came across as something far more frightening. I was far more truthful Than the bony fingers you used to run through Those black strips of hair. I was the hope you lacked, And…
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Petals freeze their quivering, As tears cease their movements Down your frigid cheeks. You share bleakness With this abode of mine, This city of mine Where pain is sweetness, and the source of my people’s Division. They say With words so bold, That their pain accompanies themselves, As themselves. That, they are pain, But, not…
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Like two flames That extend overhead, Above my head, Above your own, It is our pain. It is laced in the wine, from our mouths, From your kisses, drunken upon its source Being from our souls. Our sins, Without the guilt we did share, Like one bottle, emptied of drink, Emptied of sips, Without the…
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As a giant, I have stepped Over oceans, across where Women’s tears, were spilled by my presence. I have a presence Too sinister, to recognize kindness, Either upon myself Or from others. I have stepped, as I said Over oceans, Made of women’s tears. I am a man, who has not seen gentleness, Just a…
Modern Romanticism 