Poetry
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Death has made you majesty,While I weep aloud melodies.I once saw the weeping sky, and now,I weep strewn tears to your closed lids.I once brought my hand out an open windowTo feel the droplets,And now,That sky has closed, along with yours.A sky has been buried, and shut,Your eyes, and above. There is dew along the…
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My dear, you’ve kept building what ought to be thrownFrom the highest precipice,To the furthest ocean,And rent apart by waves acting as hands.Hands from God, hands from Satan,We are beloveds, always in arms, though I am angered.I am angered by a world,By a world that knows to seizeLove, at every opportunity,And replace it with the…
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God adores thee, as He sits beside me,Upon my dying bed of agony.My disease has been this welded momentWelding my heartstrings through themselves.Breathe into me,Your life, as a kiss,God will hold thy feeble hand,For I am an old man,With many sorrows.And you are His woman, His nuptial being. God has loved you more than me,God…
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In love with an aroma,That comes from arms that dance in the sun.In love with cheeks,That sprout alike the moon, when full.In love with strands of hair,That rain upon shoulders and neck.Though, I am in love with lips,That bloom the boldest color. I am in love with lips,Breathing with the exhaustion in repeated sighs,Designed by…
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Play for me,Dear, struggling woman,Though, our patterns be great,They seem to turn upon their own command.I found love upon your own throne,Upon your own grace,Upon your own face.Tears struggle mad to free themselves,From daily confinement.Bruised and scorned by the sun,Patterns grow immense, in all levels of sadness.I see futures born from all variousMoments in sickness.…
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Blanket and quilt,Heart shape and guilt,Collide upon the other,In merry do-overs.Blessed by thee,Your tranquil beauty.All so personal to describe,My heart, in its redness,And in bluest tears,I bellow out such oldest rhymes. We have faced the world over,In truest terror.You were upon the strength, I knew to uncover youFrom, to see the area beneath yourself,And to…
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In what I see, is nothing more than the drenching,From the skies, being my eyes.My face is sometimes,The kind wing,Though also the harsh leather.I see Earth beneath my feet,And I have crushed many cities,My guilt resonates as something I’ve condemned. I’ve said upon guilt,“Let yourself free from me,For you are free,And so should I be.”It…
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Pale skinned woman, and blue eyes of the North,Fill the Earth with your pleasure,For you have captivated me.I see newness in every shape,Each origin to what I have attemptedTo ever forget.Death deals upon me a greater restraint,Than ever love did. Your face and searing eyes,That burn holes in my own.Uplift me to the highest of…
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Fall upon me, now,And un-shield your eyes,That sparkle from the dew of a newest morning,A cry for aid, when you came astray,Feeling pain as you did upon the birthOf our love. Your mind is a curse for your heart,Your heart is a feast for my mind.Your flesh is the place where I partThe breasts, to…
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Blank face, and greatest of ways,Place my body before you,I test the weight of your gravity,The denial you’ve kept in the knowingOf all I knew to be,Your love, and your lust,Built on stones and steel,In a forge within a home. A face full of mirrors,Is where I see a past so amusing.Memories,Treasured, though buriedAnd you’ll…
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Tolerance, and belligerence,Came together in untold charity.I was the man of fortunes unkempt in my mind,Ambitions of truest sadness,With faces that were many.Blame me, the boldness upon these handsStained with the eruption of grief.Pain is my reward,And your reward is my expression. An expression of what I’ve heldAs a delay to our arrival.Our arrival upon…
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When I fight for love,For the peace of another,It is not meWho wishes to be happy.It is another, I aim to be,Among for, in truest plenty. To bless a peace inside an aching heart,To stay for cheeks I’d kiss away falling tears,To kiss even the eyes, themselvesAs I’d always do,When I fight for love, it…
Modern Romanticism 