Poetry
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I am here To recount the numbers in the ocean, The fish in the sea, And I am shallow through that, Because, I remain on the surface And do not see any deeper. Love me With your eyes, So that I may see my true reflection And everything I have been lacking. I have only…
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You may As you still do Dress your face with the lotion that is so sweet. Dress your body with the oils I cannot lift you, when they surround you. But, can you dress your eyes with the morning’s dew? Dress your delicate lashes with the sweetness Of tomorrow’s forever? An eternity is nothing Without…
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Why do you cryWhen a tongue whispers its goodbye?I was only leaving for a moment,To love you in the next room. When I am in that room,Among delicate portraits and shifting windsFrom a window that bleeds in the breeze,It will be the shadows I cling to,To see you in them,Like idle memories. Do not weep,And…
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What mirrors in your eyes! What loathsome breaths, that spill from your mouth, Like the vapor that reaches the glass Of a window. What music in your sadness, What a heart that shows no sign of gladness. You will never have love, Not with your broken form. You have a face that reminds me of…
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Tell me, upon a stilled solace, Beneath, when the bringing moon Brings its tears Afloat, upon our arms. Tell me who you love While I weep aloud this song To the utmost rain That falls atop our cheeks. Tell me, while I cry Each bedeviled tear to the sun, And receive no warmth. Tell me,…
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It is at times that I feelThat feeling has left me.It is at that time when I thinkMy sanity is leaving me. When love burstsA heart bursts.When such happens, feeling is gone,And a heart is hardened with the blood. Feeling only ever numbsWhen the light has left us,When the warmth has left us,Like in the…
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Form the lands to conjoin Themselves, like two hands that conjoin Themselves, like the sands that conjoin As the ocean’s bottom to the shore. Like something soft, for something solid, Like a sheath or some strip of cloth Encompassing a dagger. We laugh like Madman and Madwoman, We dance like Bachelor and Maiden, We sow…
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A phone call to The other end of an ocean, Has made you transpire, with the wind, And change for me, Upon when I told you, I loved you. Love cost a token, For a payphone. Love was a quarter apart From a kiss, in solitude Upon your frozen mouth. Love slants Like the end…
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What will youDo, upon this day whenThe frame is gone, from around you? The painting as you are,The woman with colors for the world’s ardor,With passion to show in eyes,Among a few little cries,Runs free,Among the mice. Love has a golden texture,Lust opens yourself, for me to see what willBe drunken from. A sunset between…
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A tear dances, Upon a petal’s edge. A tear dances, where I have come to pledge, Myself to you, my love. Tears of joy are to be infinite, For our occasion. Tears of sadness, never infinite, For our occasion. Let it drop from the white petal, Let it make curves over the petal’s texture, Let…
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Run along, now, Tear, from a different edge, From an eye drenched in a cosmetic, From an eye given shelter, beneath the shade of a ceiling. Run along, now, With the black trickle down your cheek, To your barren neck. Run away with the tide, the storm, That will appear as black as the shadow,…
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What do you breathe,When there is nothing true,To your tired heart?Do you breathe the ocean, the many lost tears from your eyes?Would you like to breathe my love, once I have seen beyond myself? Do you breathe in the sorry sadness,Because, the world has called you strong?When love finds you, you will collapse,Like a wave…
Modern Romanticism 