Poetry
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To dare resist, That I might desist, And abstain the gain of something for no pain. Of a woman, Dressed in marble, Fancy as always, In these adorned hallways. Lined in rows of emptiness To her mind, To her kind, In the dismal shine, Beneath moon, and blind Upon her stare in the grind. Of…
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What is that strange aura? That glint in the irises? What is that Hellish haze Is it the image of something drunken on the texture Of pillows? Shattered, I am, and yet I see softness in your frozen stare. What is that look In your eyes that have given up? I look down to see…
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I’ll drink from thee Kisses wet and deep, in the harmony of sighs. Open wide, And allow for hands to wrap around thighs. Whether sun or moon, it matters not Why we fossilize In the covers of a bed, brought down from Heaven To be on Earth. On this soil, we dance as two dead…
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We love, in the sunset.What of the sunrise?What of when I see you open your eyes,Against the blue of a dispersing night?And I see green? Two emeraldsDeep in the fabric of our quilts and sheets.This, I notice. Two dotted portions of Nature,Embedded deep in a face I’ve kissedUpon numbered times. We love, in the sunset.But,…
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Sweet maiden’s breath, And sweet maiden’s tresses, Of individual length. Like a vision Of something in a spectacle, Dancing above a lake. Her form, washed in the presence of water, And her contours, as elegant as ever. Love flows With the currents, And the ripples, To her, in the bluest coloring Beneath the welkin sky.…
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To love, As you shy Away from the sadness, in your eyes. A sweetness in the mirror, Was only a glance. Lust consumes, Love blooms, And the things that sprout From shoulders and neck Seem to be The nectar that showers Your hair in the sheen. Little droplets of liquid sweetness Running across Your shoulders…
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His mind resides on the edge To obsession’s pledge. He’ll never realize He is making the suffering, And not the love. Why make her wield the pain, on her eyes? Why sever the thing that could still make sanity flourish? It is in the eyes, Innocence. Fear is on its opposite end, And each tear…
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Beloved, with curtains so dark in their texture. You can see through them To detect, my seeking gaze, So that I may embrace you, beneath quilts of softness. Like a book with two covers, to merge the story together. We are felt as the pages, written with words from lonely sighs. We are felt without…
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Love holdsThe burning hotnessOf a five-pointed little thing.You, as the star I discovered, in my universe of the infinite.Arms wide, for the taste of the air,And legs the same, for the allowance of my entrance. Yet, I hold you upright,Like an infant to be seen by a mother.My love, you have eyes that beam upon…
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Twice, I’ll kneel To remind myself, of my devotion And my error. I offered my name to you, And here I’ll kneel, once more To plead For the forgiveness, so needed To move past the grime In our romance. I bleed upon the floors, my heart with its sincerity To never see you cry Again…
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A woman’s breath As yours, Gives me reason, to walk with you Through the current, unfurled From feathered lips. Sweetness as rosiness, Like the face that melts from my touch Upon your pallid cheeks. I am in love With a stream, occurring from feathered lips. The storm is gone, And the harshness of our lives…
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Love is spottedAcross your heart, as the empowered longingTo see everything meant to be,Yet couldn’t be. I was in you, upon a time,With breath upon every bone in your form.You breathed over me, in the past whenWe knew love for the fields, and their scenery. I am still in you, am I not?The little memories,…
Modern Romanticism 