Poetry
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I cry often,When I think of thy prettiness.The emptiness of my facade,When tears fall in short streams,To be caught at the chinThat is where I swallow my words. I choke back the emotions,The loss to which I feel open.I weep for about a minute,And loosen my tears to the open.I see swallows and pigeons alike,Both…
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You have love that surrounds you,As two arms that have closed upon you,I have locked you as a shape,I now love you in this place.Your rosy cheeks are my dessert,Your barren words are its sweetness. I describe,With a voice so cherished,The roundness of a cheek, the left one,And the right one, that has a distant…
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Tipped into thy divine mouth,Like Heaven draining through an hourglass,Of thy heavenly form, with no crudenessAt all, to the beauty of serpents. I am in love with a sin,To make love with the surge of emotion,To make love with a woman of my nightmare,Of all pain, and her studious gaze,Here is me, to count the…
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Your dreary web of shades,Falls into my place,From the world’s hidden face,As we stand beside a banquet and its host,Placing each memory to our shoulders,Hoisting its intolerable presence. Oh, beauty.With thy lavender scent,From attire born to beckon.You have a harmony to your voice,And a grace to thy shoulders,A tempting look,In two orbs, of two eyes.How…
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Here, I shake to know,The dreariness in thou.Why are there those who doubt?Why are there those who say against?Are we not to be?Is there love at all between us?I question it, for doubt has strungMy torment up, for the world to seeThe darkness of us. My dearest one,You have a face like milk,And a nose,…
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Here, we breathe, disaster,With our voices, set on high,As death, surrounds us,And our might, has departed,To a stranded shore. I am in love, only with myself,A blessing, that has made, me wishful,A curse, that has made, me lonesome.What have I, turned upon,Where will I, turn upon,Next, when dining upon, a victim?Will I muse, and take…
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Oh, dearest goddess, with goodness in thou!You are my everything,And all my supposed failures,To dance upon your abdomen,With how you flee at every second,With how you are far,With how you also dance with speed,That matches my own. I go down to feed on thy mesmerizingFace of lips and eyes.I am soon to seeThe love that…
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Your words are my focus,Glowing, glistening, and romantic,Each syllable gleams as the furthest moon,Though, closest to raise the tide.You are before an altar,With my fingers laced in your silver.And your beauty entrances me,A virgin doused in white,It’s all so agonizing. It is, for you have accompaniedMy deepest entrails,And have poured a fear into me.The one…
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I fell upon thy parted lips,And fled among their washed hue,Never knew, never knew,The placement of their kind,That were drawn over a face of mine.Your parted lips,Are as my own. A woman, and a man,Your beauty, and my insanity,We’ve both done wrong,To fall apart, and to be anew. I am in love only with water,Because…
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I saw beneath lashes, masked by shadow,The beauty, of unfathomable lust,She drew a finger, in my direction,So that I’d lay, beneath ivory flesh. Never was there, an emotion so exquisite!As the one laid, upon my heart,Enough, so that she cared, to comfort,Its undying beat. She drew across, three fingers, to her bosom,So that three orbs,…
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Poem #1 A Marvelous Waiting Game Of eye and iris, combined, I combed the earth, to then find, those pair, Dipped in honeydew, and nectar alike, Stark against pallid skin, and reddened cheeks, As thy making, were by God’s artisans. Your eyes, and the cries, you emit, By the graces, of angels, By the disgrace,…
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They, who crawled, naked, in grief, Were beside the forests, in failing sleep. Sinister shadows, were their playmates, Begging unto God, for piety’s absence. I slew, their lives, in amass, Emptied their reflections, in glass. For she, who called me abroad, To taste the banquet, of my dreams. She was, to the sinister playthings, A…
Modern Romanticism 