#poets
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Open heart,Wanted, yet buried,Desired, though firedFrom the elimination of total death.Remembrance has you sailingAcross the skyline,Weeping a puddle in your hands,Saving a crystallized moment. As sparks send you movingOn a pathwaysTowards the inchesWhere sunrise holds the fableOf ourselves, crossing to newerAnd timeless elevations. Weeping through treetops,As branches scatterSeeds from a forgotten forever,As new life is
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Footsteps hollowed into the earth,Broken, feeble, acute sorrows,Aching stomach,Among the symptoms of remorse.I sob to the tune of a heart,Singing tremorsNever forming the ripplesIn the lakeBeneath these feet. Footsteps that keep formingWinter’s burialIn the mud,Within the povertyOf the stinging mind,Staging the act where smilesAre kept,Weeping in forestsWhere birds come, to recollect. Bleeding crimsonIn the memories,
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Watching as you crossStreaming, blue memories,While each page, caught at the edgeUnleashes the cruelest departure,Torn at all ends,Breaking vows with the boughsFrom high above, in those wind-tornParts of earthly Heavens. Bare nudity in the trees,Great silver pouring from the moon,There I was to curve youWith idle caresses, falling through.Adjacent to the born swarmOf whispers in
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Beneath the exquisite raysOf the moon’s sighing solace,Winds surround,As we dreamed of holding handsTightly upon a sound,Gazing with breaths takenTowards the breathtaking sight. Lakes afloat with mist,With boats, of a guide at the oarsPlodding his delicate courseOver the reflections of old memories,Seeing the sun always fading.Did he remind you of anything? When you took the
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How goes itOf twin stalemates,Holding vapor in the lungs,Churning cloudsIn the duality of distance,As rain might fallUpon either hemisphere? Losing our tearsIn places we could swim.Why would we batheIn the ocean between us? Once simple sentence,A singular sadnessExpressed from lips,Begging for that kissTo melt such pain fromThe sleepless sun. All I seeOf the eastIs your
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IdiociesHave kept me staidWith the barest wordsYou’ve taken to beCruelest honesty. I have saidThe worst in historyTo keep you murderedOutside of gentleness,From the mind of mineThat bathed in suchAbsence in consolation. Be aliveEven in the dust,For I will lift you,I will soar youAcross the barren fields,To the distant solitudeOf crystal Heaven. Be aliveEven among the
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Lustful burnNear waiting smiles,Cold caressOf palms atop beamingTwin shoulders,With porcelain cheeksDotted by the stinging tears,For you have fedYour heart the feast of lonelinessMuch too long. Healing appetite,Though you’ll never yearnFor another biteWhen mouth falls togetherWith mouth. My love,Put your eyes insteadTo the sun,To douse yourselfIn forgotten colors. Bleed openYourself, from the awakeningOf a dying smile,Building
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WalkingIn bleeding footsteps,Staying where sickness burnsIn the rubble of our nowhere,Stealing mercyFrom the holiest HellsOf Heaven. We leechWhat we can feedWith kisses, pushed deep.StealingColdness from the remnantsOf winter,Keeping eyes upon the skiesWhere rainKeeps us smiling in our fever,Washing old visions. WarmthCan only hold usFor long as arms can sweepThe dust from our sides,Shoulders and minds,For
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Backwards,I crawl, to your open grave,Weeping a waterfallBleeding behind,Towards no shore of the earth’s design,To take this paceOut onto the ocean’s stretch,With arms to heedYour grace,Your dying call. Washing my handsIn the farewell to you,CleaningFingers, among porcelain palms,Bending a mind into sadness,Waving awayYourself, to the driftOf waves depicting the partingOf Moses in his releaseOf freedom.
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Sealing loveAfter numerous sunsets,Curving footsteps backwardsOn a pathTowards the heartbeat’s abyss,Knowing where a frownMust, once moreBe raised. Losing you to a grave,Holding hope by its own threadsOf the garmentThat had warmed meIn the conceit,The denialThat you did not fadeIn my new state of being. Forever,Your shelter is inside the earth,While the warmthKeeps you company even
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StarvingUpon the twigs of the moon,Dropped from unseen birds,Fed to our mouthsAs fading colors,HearingWhat signs are givenTo the ache of dual heartsClashing in Hellish Heaven. We used to kissIn empathetic intertwine.Though, with the faces that see distanceToo familiar in the arid night’s air,We kissOnly to find tears more consumable,To grow ill upon our mourning. Unstable,In
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She brought back rosesAll red in hue,Splashed with the mourningUpon the morning,The sunrise of her tears. With beauty that leaves reflectionsDoused in the earth, without correction,With long chimes hanging fromThe autumnal boughs of naked trees,Vulnerability is heardIn the sickness she lets loose. Tears fall upon the red of love,In the same ease as this seasonEngulfed
Modern Romanticism 