#poets
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Line upon the funeral marks,Though you push forth without startTo the gunshot that sets you freeIn the vessel, the vein that you bleedTowards the filtered sunlight.Is love the sinking ship?Are these waters everything we wept? While no heartbeat can skipAs rocks upon a lake,Shattered lungs reveal your sight,Drowned in the same splendid shameYou hide, upon
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Here fades the crown,Here the season comes around,Rolling through fog and historyIn rolled out shades of sound.Love held an arm outFor the merry voyage,A promise to prolong the majesty. Can a kiss halt the tears,Halt their pacing upon a face? Too fast to find the darkWorth skipping over, upon remark – That speech would repeatYesterday’s
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Depravity compels this,This worship, this kiss,This state of a heart,Crippled in its yearning. You rise with the turmoiled sun,With folded hands, in your quickened run – Speaking inaudible syllablesTo repeat a stagnant day.I still the wine that ripples,With a cruel reflection in its gleam.I aim, with glowing eyes – To have what is mine.An evening
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With the trail as a brittle sound,A wave that crawls backwardsTo a sun that sets in its rise.With faces that shed despondent light,A pair of hands that float from townTo the feet that stand above clouds – Our love in a gentle whisper,Our eyes will not give upEach ray of light from its giver,Each glance
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Forget the pages we tore,Left upon the thinnest, darkTrail that escaped our bright foresight.To wake upon the midnight hourHolding our love upright.You stand with idleness to veins,Caressing eyes, bloating in the pain.As I kiss each tear backwards – Life flows on the curves to a form,Naked in rose, reminiscent for thorns. Call your treasures to
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A certain second from the sunTo beckon a quickened heartbeat,Coming closer upon the runAs Autumn sheds its defeat.Your face did display in burning notes,As God worshipped His own tongue – Weeping in greater daysWhen love encircled without delays.Your hair dropped from shoulders to neck,A cascade to weakened embers. I still believe in this,A quiet embrace
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Above, to collected tears,To smother your fearsWith clouds as cushions,Burrowing this glance for years. I write pain with a pen,For yours will be endless bathingFrom the rocks where letters sendVoices to the stained whirlwinds. You keep kissing trees,Holding hope in clasped palms – You keep hanging applesWhile knowledge feeds your starvation – Into glimmers you
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How modern, the eclipseTwo hearts, without oars, flipsInto a sun without a haloFor our minds as sinking ships.To all beauty of a certaintyThat love would bless into harmony – Leaving puddles in our rain.With bleeding eyes, we find the earthUnder collapse of our body’s rebirth. We wake to a sunForgotten in the other’s arms,Waving smiles
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Guide me on starlight’s birth,For the pain had not unearthed.I hang tears on crystal shades,Weaving symmetry past a curtain’s worth,Pulling thunder from the cloudsTo speak towards absence. I did not cover this heart to fadeAmong the depiction of our madness.I stole God’s tears to form gems,To adorn the better part of timeWithin the places where
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Pass beneath the emboldened glareSwept from twin curtains to this stare,That one moon might caressCaptured shoulders for a midnight dare.While the faint aura subsides,I might kiss a biblical goodbye. While in hands, become undressed,Curving within the clouds,Painting contours into the shrouds. To recall all tears for tombs,All departed loves in their wombsBirthed for the shadows,
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By the bare rush of rain,Love stills the fall.A kiss silences the crawlTo the last unpleasant teardrop.A touch that loosens pain – Upon the drunken connection,Where fingertips design resurrection – Where faces are seen through curtains,As eyes grow too certain. A kiss that breaks the ice,Apart from winter’s untrue stillness.A kiss that steers the nightInto
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Would the stars, among senseless lightPledge greater amount of tearsThan to the fallen veil uncovering fears,Than those stains would remain at night?Holding onto senseless worshipTowards your teeming scars. That way winter holds your hand,Keeps your eyes upon the meaningless.That way the years gravitate youLeaving your song as fallen rocks – Into the puddle of not
Modern Romanticism 