#poets
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White roaming tide,Blundering through the kissThat wields me, as I screamThrough the awe-inspiring shame.Of myself, to the blissAmong this Heaven I missedWhen aiming for my heart,A dagger for the infinite scar,As I remember you. Our worlds grow, as seasons changeA broken reflection among the sameIdle blood that never stainedA heart, for many moreCould be used,
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Pulled about the loosened veil,Everything seems to rainAround this battered templeIn the life most lived, within motion,Exiting towards the estranged ocean.The sun dressed me, its golden coatFor great abandonment from what is mostCapable to be undone, Of decadent time, glimpses to be won,In spite of everything newly saidOf a virgin tempest, where burns fever.With passion’s
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Strewn lilacs at the cutting board,Divided by the subtle awakening of winter,Great storms to conspire againstThe love that ropes the season’s pledgeUpon the testament where life is meantTo arrange itself in pleasure’s edge. A knife to draw the perfect faceFrom the flawed eyes that never leaveGreat perception on beauty’s weaveOf intricacy in its ignited empire.
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Walk in your kind symmetryAs seasons seek to change you.You are a glimpse of temptation,Stalking what despondence leavesSoaked upon the ground, unseen.Grass blades bend themselves in gravityWeighted in the great future. All dreams of you had been spunTo all that would be undone. Love rows a boat to your shore,Leaving letters for awaiting hands,For a
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Divide the even space betweenAll of the commanding radianceWhere love conquers the scene,Of life’s own brittle inhabitance.Making music of bitter griefCalls me to my disbelief. Love is a great cradle drawn emptyOf what did grow to reach the moon,Born of a naked vow in eternityWhere life is clean to dispose the gloom.Inborn silence and making
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What currents sweep me to retreatBack from motions for which she’d churnA soothing mouth with words undone?Senseless sensations on gravity’s pleaTo unite with sacred effigy to burnA life in the great, blissful wide one. Here, the curtains falls to recollectThe dust that laced the distant threads,While light enters through to resurrect. Each storm about her
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With life yet overturned and crossed,With single exposures to divided clouds,Then for radiance to speak of loss, “Daunted life in situated crowds,Bending with eyes to distant feetFor submission, presented to mouths.” A voice collected itself upon the street,Holding a heart open with matched bloodTo the conceiving love brought in, discreet. As hair falls to match
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You speak for where you sleep,The world gusts off your lips,A kiss, I’d not, for where you heaveIs sure for life to then slip. To that sun of hardly heightTo wake your prettied eyes,I’d not move for fear of frightYou’d come to, in bitter cries. A drop of radiance to your cheeksWandered from the window,
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Watered down of your smile,Entrenched are the curls to cheeksWith shadows here for the mileI take you into the blessed sweep. Of arms burned by the light,Fabled promises kept to seeWhat keeps rings inside the trunk. Signals are for kisses bright,Finding all to be believedIn depth of softness, where we sunk. Iron curtains of glimpses
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Wandering towards an endless vision,Nuptial eyes upon an ocean to cross,Dressed in faces for which I am hidden,With cruelest voices, in bleakest loss. Moon above angles towards my pairing,Pale bliss contrasting with the sightWhere winter yearns in slender staringBehind one face that takes the night. To my boat, I briskly sailWith wonderment that never elatesBeyond
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Poem #1 “A Wake of Disbelief” Here, to writeOut the nameless namesOf people with forgotten faces,For nothing more coatedIn cleansing tears,In the sickness of not rememberingWhat you have become of my heartWill make me burn brighter. Wild eyesSee the nightCrawl with stains upon the walls,Of waving shadowsSpeaking “farewell” to the glimpseOf mirth and void. Laughter
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DriftAcross delicate aisles,Screaming to the sidelinesThat one could rememberWhat no one else forgot,Of you, among the filth, the swellOf tension in the befitting air. DriftingWith life to confound itself,Resound itself in the confining light,Screaming to the infinite voidTo rediscover finite travesty. WitherWith wilting arms,Controlling naught but the spaceThat keeps you afloat,For its dark perplexityFor your
Modern Romanticism 