#poets
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Within,And then withoutWhile the moon heavesIts division of faces,Across wasted edges. Smiling had not matteredWhile the winds were scattered,While heartbeats had skippedUpon lakes of shallow iron. A forlorn place,A shieldThat took up the traceUpon the field.A moon without its haloed rise,While Saturn fellTo its knees. A ring to the return of a will,While Death had
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And I would,Without audible whisperLay withinThe storm you have bandagedInsideYourself, heartfelt. Blood flows,Mornings goOn towards the secretive sunset,As I first thought themTo be imagined,BehindIn one crystallized mind. Facing you,Beneath,For I am no man,As ever a childCould reverse a trainUpon stillness, laid in life. Porcelain arms,A mouth washed with crimson.Scenery to a face,Traced with sublime contoursAs
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Curtains and flames,Hauntings amongBrittle blame,While the fog settles acrossHer crying eyes.To the truthFor her spark,With loveBroken upon the sightOf angels,From above. Slender touch,Feeble,Yet transparentWithin the lakes she’s created,Burning in the sunsetTo her heart. Light uponThe swiftest surenderFor love’s holiest seed.Calming herIn sickness’s storyBy the pages of twisted plots,Broken spines. NothingTo rake of the leavesDropped from
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With eyesSleeping through the cure,Simple in death,WateredIn the blur.All else stirs,Elswhere, in the breeze,Simple motionsFor fertile boughs,Wasting seeds. Your death,To beWithout breath.Your eyesHave seen my flame,Have caughtThe fires,In the lane. Splended rush,Pebbles caught in the hair,Termites eatOnce-tempting structure. Once lostIn your air,Beneath your breath,Sweet with the sunrise. Collected rubble,Finding a heartAmidThe stain of graveyards,Where love
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Here’s to shame,Pacing with the blame,Weeping a songWith nowhere to belong.Waiting with eyes, wide open,And breathingBeneath the ocean. Meander throughThe still rush,Within. Waking To discoverSnowfall, in the soul. To signA name, with white-outUpon the heartThrough reverberation,Wasting yearsBeside the fears. Here’s to the breath,The blameness,ShamenessSuffering. Here’s to grace,To a placeLife will swallow the cureLove holds out.
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Cradle to rockThis life, to mockThe reasonA heart keeps beating.A clockKeeps spinningOn, with rhythm.Gone,Without a handFor the hold. Keep yourself,Save what is leftFor the otherSide of a spent coin.I wanted,I keptThe love, alive,On a train for your forgivenessWhen all I have to offerIs the dreadful blaze. The flame,Counted as teardrops,InfiniteWith the stars,As I’ve broken youOn
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Without songTo fill upThis moment’s belongTo the heart,Full of the sun.Weeping through dry eyes,A drought of the soul. Ache with the burn,A back to the turnFrom the doorTo the sweet sentencingOn furthest highways,HopingOur scenery returns, from the bleakest shore,Craving and savingSweet kissesTo the dire seconds,We adore. We are winter,Adorned in summer,Spellbound by spring,To be drowned
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Let usRaise the sunTo set alightRunning streamsFrom glowing eyes,Leaving the moonIn our face. Close,All for the mostWe have yearned forBeyond the shore.Oh, beautyWith everything we cling for,Let us not bleed for more. What loveIn a heart that aches,Not one that breaksWith these waves againstSmeared rocks. What lifeWe treasure, with no measureTo grant, for the sakeOf
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We waveGoodbye, the winds,Holding the otherAs we would for a kiss,Shedding ourselvesTo Spring’s becoming growth,Loving for one,Beaming for both. Neptune’s oath,A stream to create the bank,The wealth for ourselvesIn vast reflection,For sunlightTo bleeding moonlight,Amorous in tides,GravitationalTo the collapse. We have weptFor all we have keptUpon the shore. We have sleptWithin all we have met,For drying
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For all the momentsThe sun dropped to its knees,Grafting betweenThe space that grows usApart, in our pleas. For all the momentsMorning did stare you down,Weeping in the sunlight,Fading within moonlightBefore weathered curtains. For each time you concealedYour heart, to be healedFrom unspoken vows,The silenceNever gave. For each time you revealedYour eyes to Neptune’s rush,Its flood
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He felt,As he kneltIn the grainsTo witness the vast oceanTo its recession,Its retreat. He wept,As he keptAll the broken partsOf the moonIn his emptied heart,Casting stars from his eyes. A life,A strife.Winter kept growingUpon devotion’s glow. A faceTo traceIn the sands and skies,Beyond life’s harbor. A ship upon the dock,A lighthouse within the haze,Faint turning
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Arms for yourTired, whimpering complexion,And burned flesh.Await, ourselvesFor Heaven’s open lashUpon skeletal scenery. Weeping with the shooting starsA heart to cross a bleak landscape,With none for the sun, to rise. You wait,With head in this frozen lapAnd my bleeding palms. You weepWith decoration of starlight,Symptoms of the sicknessFor our wild selvesTo at last, exhaustAll particles
Modern Romanticism 