Poetry
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My life grows seedsBy a lake, emptied of water.Emptied of the fish that jumpTo see the moon.Though, I’ll attempt to fill up the dryness with my tears,None come free. My eyes have attempted to seeNew light in the sun,But, the world and its darkness blinds me. My heart has aimed to believeIn love everlasting.Though, in…
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The world runs from its own quakes,To where it shall drown itselfIn the breaths that you take, in the attemptTo brush off another problem,Across fields as voids,Across lakes as the murky sides of your mind.For you are the woman who speaksWith more kindness,With more gratitude than even Nature does.A fog engulfs your eyes,And the earth…
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In your honor,Or in your horror,In the fable of a devotion, upon a wreath that decoratesYour forehead and brow.In the many words uttered on the tablet,My mouth walks in the wild, of a forest made for the lost. In moments, keeping with your positionIn history’s books, adorning the walls,Upon the bookcases,Adorning the hallsThat are set…
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Why do I write so much poetry? I have written 450 poems in the span of 8 months. Were I to make 50-poem poetry books, I could create 9 of them. I guess I should be proud of that achievement, right? Poetry is the core of all the rest of my other work. Even my…
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Where you shall beIn the coming days,I implore you not to pass from this realm,Without my whisper into your ear. Without the returned gentlenessYou have bestowed always upon me,In the darkest of days,When hope seemed lost, and doom seemed endless. Without my mouth near your ear,There will be everything for me to fear.When tears flow…
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I gave from withinThe merriment of a certain whim,Gifted from a heart, made of solidified embers.Of the sparks that dance sideways with the twisting breezes,I was the angel without a voice, who gave unto the distantMy heart, with itself in drenched pale hues. She, a woman with deepening hurts,Deepening sorrows.I could not let her see…
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Hell is a patient sort,Willing to wait for itself to coverWhat we will name to be human. What is it to be merciful?To have said this, is to meanThat there are deeper things, than Hell. For I believe,That even Hell can be burned from our life.Its fires are meager. Hell is still a patient sort,Willing…
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A lasting trace, is the smile captured for yearsBeneath the fabric of long tresses, like curtains to rain over her eyes.Eyes that blossomed many tearsFor joy’s sake, and for the end of suffering.I muse over her face, like an artist with his brushTo paint the many years in picture. She was all the pain of…
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Threads wrapped aroundIn barest silver,To her complexion of fullest white. Spread across her cheeks,As white as the snow,As kindness will be to her, everything she knows. To love forever, as we had promised.For I love a beautyWrapped in a love, as old as time. Graceful, in the art of movement,Around a home, called our comfort…
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The world fumbles aroundThe entirety of you, and that is meThe man who watches with eyes that can only glimpseYour bared and vulnerable beauty.My eyes were drowned in utter darkness,Though, now are stung by golden light.For you dance, before me,To show me,Something that will extinguish me of misery. Love glowsIn my hands, like hoops called…
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Miss Beauty,With all radiance to spend,Like what the sun does, to spread color,As you have done, to my mind of black and white. In losing you,My mind has turned to grey. I sought to see your hips move with the wind’s twists,And hear your sighs among the delicate sheets. Love was once all to be…
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Her tears were for my cup,To count of every drop.Her eyes were the lakes for me to dip my feet,And to bathe within their frozen stare.Her pain and her sorrowWill last for every tomorrow. My beating heart,And her legs that walkThe miles across landscapes wet with the contentsOf her bleeding spirit.My beating heartResonates not with…
Modern Romanticism 