Poetry
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Why had it endedWithout faultGiven upon the other?I am so much in the wonderment,So much in the Hellish endurance,Of pain and growing pain.What is so hard to describe,Is that you will love me as another friend,Is that you will drop tears for somethingThat faded as a distant sunset,That faded alike the tears which have driedUpon…
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Keep your eyes closed,And focused uponHow we dance upon,Loose petals upon these lashes,Lashes black and heavy,Hanging with the loose and weighty tears.And among all the demonic curves,To your handsome form,There is beauty radiating everywhere.There is the Autumn, with its guiding chill,Pulling us towardsThe lonely valley with its fading breath.There is great wind from two distant…
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Love will never go as planned,Not like we demand,Here’s an altar for your wisdom, your teachings,A sea of suffering is for your body,For you to swim in all tears we’ve collected.Yet, could you stand the salt?The taste of pain in your mouth,Might be enough to protect. Why had we loved?Why had we never sinned,Even as…
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The firmament of a woman,An idle focus,On ever-idler blood,Her heart holds the face of swelling sadness,A music that describes miseryIn untold tempests,With waves that roar against her form,And tears that beckon their coming upon simple cheeks.What flame has been extinguished?What pair of eyes no longer look? What seeming fault,Have I been elsewhere to overlook?What denial…
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Myself was broken in one,My heart is broken into smallest pieces,At this very moment.And I would love to kissThe lips of tragedy.It is not as urgent,As to kiss the lips of quietness,To calm this groaning heart. Your face of mine,With kisses tender,Kisses quiet,Kisses soothing.It was a matter of factTo my mind,That I’d be able to…
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Outside my reachWas a love,Was a heart of a woman,Was the kiss of a life,It would not happen.It would not happen. And I am filled with the grief,Of a thousand eternities,With this pain to my heart.This poet’s hand of mine,Is disallowed to swipe a tear,He swipes syllables,And writes them dear,Writes them with fear. I have…
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Stuck upon the stare,I am.With swollen grief, so aware,To the current AutumnAnd its fountains of frost.The mist pushes my heart closed,And I feel all surrounding pain.All surrounding, alike the air I breathe,As it is the same, within. Love was my currency,And my feast.Love was my heart,And its attack upon my heart.Now it flows like the…
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A bled wound upon the pageSeeks to rewrite virginity,In the named events to this day.I am something of a man,Loyal to loyalty.You were something of a woman,Loyal to realism’s mind.And I foresaw a place embeddedIn the white garb of a veil,In nothing uncertain for what I decidedWould only be my dream. My heart now bleeds,Flesh…
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To what you said, on the yesterday,I now recoil at the memory.My mind will not stay still, my tears will not stop flowing.My body shudders, while my hands shake,My fears are what flood the Earth, with all of everythingI knew to be, the utmost tragedy. Where was God, in my place,Where was love, for my…
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As I believe it to be, the essence of the poet, of all poets, is to understand. There is no bias, ever possible, from the poet. The poet finds it to be a crime to lie, a very immoral dilemma he or she’d commit upon themselves. Like a lash to the skin, it would be…
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Threads weaved about, curves among blessed curves,A small pup in your shadow,You’ll scorn the thing to its hiding,With lips made of scarlet stripes.To some painter with his wielded brush,To some sculptor with his hands in the white,To each golden bit of skin, with golden highlights,In satin and velvet, there is you, with face full of…
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If ever a cat could sing,And show to meAll melodies upon a mouth made of gold,From whispers made to pluck,And eyes made to stare.Love at first sight upon its kindest gaze,Wondrous gaze, and fervent glance,I would love it, hold its form, with graceful curves,And its ever-more graceful step,I would watch from a careful distance. If…
Modern Romanticism 