#poets
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Dreaming to your lightUpon a dim-lit night,As your voice reaches arms aroundThis hollow form clinging to the ground.I have slept upon your grave,Hoping for a returnTo the same salience – In the same fameLove inspired me to believe.Though the Autumn leavesGrow fainter, to our shame. As tears comes to cultivateA golden garden that decorates –
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Sing to me, next to meAll the faces collected for meThat each would not resideAs much as I have cried for thee – Fountain-clogged steps in time,With no future tears to spillFrom eyes, wearied with the haste.Tell me you remember to hideWhen the final sound comes from behind. You remain the tide curling to shatterTo
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Each smile to the salvation.Twin lovers with identical heartsSwim in veins, before evening startsOn their voyage towards elation.With no stars to appear,Love grew apart, with the lit matchBurning the crown of thorns – As blood fell to match the bread,With a mother weeping for her dead. A man embraces a woman,Holding her shed skin, closeBefore
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Travesty between the trees,A final smile, before the current fleesTowards a muddled reflection in the lake.To draw her sigh, make her breatheWith an unfaltering kissUpon the lovelorn heart, all to takeAmong a stagnant woman, from her bliss. The lesser rises,Changes in the autumn’s coatingTo become the miles, traced in decayWith quivering leavesTo display what never
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Walk this drenched earth,To see the green fade into rebirthInto the blue you only knewWeeping upon grass blades, to your worth.You stay with the smile,Deceiving the next loverWalking over your shadow. What were the skies you slewTo bleed the years gone by?At the faintest drift of clouds, we drewOur love in contours, our hearts renewed.
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I hold the promise fastTo the burden of Mankind be cast,In favor of loving arms,Wakefulness in eyes.Weeping on the journeyTo discover your certainty,While stars glisten in your glance – Set in the west,Risen in each direction.In love, not to be erasedOn the pathwayYour beauty becomes the safe-way – To greatest embraceWhere you, with fingers to
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Speak to me, in this remembranceUpon a foundation to her deliverance.Sunsets surround the eyesWhile life pushes forthUpon a rowboat, atop recurring tearsAs the heart rekindles another loose passageFor scriptures, in words, in stagnant fearsPulling a carved note as a message. Wash the stones down the throat.Pinnacle to the dustNear the fallen hourglass,As remembrance for a
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Alight your partOf the execution.You wield fate on the edgeOf your torn fingertips.You sow to the ruinsNeedless shade.Walking heavy with a false smile,You warm the stormsFor greater currents. Love did curse youTo move forwardPast the sensation of strangulation,Life did bestow. My dear,Did you forgetWe divided the same pathwaysWe connected as our hands? Fragile reachWith broken
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Call back the reignsThat lifted you, to send youOnward on a drifting path,Weeping youThrough songs that entrench this griefIn the pathway that does not decay. Notes are my showerEngrained as twisting shadesUpon a pageWhite as the newborn sunTo reenter this loveWith everything to be won. You weepYour loose releaseOn the day you resignedYourself to the
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Holding onFor the sake of sunriseTo blow its sparksOver your prettied eyes.I can calmThe ocean, within,Only for your breath to fallTo a twist against a branch,A limb to a formCarved out into tears. Shredded sadness,Leaves pieces to the fleshI had caressed,Left to their scatteringOn the floorTo your remembering. Would you piece togetherEach tear, back into
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For all women’s cries,Maple in the slow rush.For all farewells said,Sweet in the soft crush.For countless steps ahead,Crawling onward towards hope.For sickened frowns that stay,Feeding a heart with the rope.For countless sins inside the play,Against the bottomless embraceWhere endless forms are traced.
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How countless the sunsets.How bright the moon,As we hold upright this cupDrunk from, to our stuporWithin the intricate intertwine,For multiple pathsTo our destination. Adjacent memoryDeparted, from my left handTo the silence that freezes our shadowsIn the mist, within the fogAs the one entityThat remains to kissOur frozen cheeks. How spiraling, the motionsWe abandoned as ripplesIn
Modern Romanticism 