Romantic Poems
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Beauty recedes with the push of timeAgainst its frail and vulnerable form.Alike when you called the breath of my sigh, to rub itselfAgainst your worn cheeks,Against where teardrops leakThemselves, downwards to your polished, ruby lips. We are both frail, with few things to remember,So why do you desire to see all else, corroded by blackness?A…
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Awakened, he was, by the final sigh,Pleading to the wind, as a miserable goodbye.One lucid dream, transfers to the next realm,And whatever love was takenIn her enclosed arms,To that Heaven, beyond,Where life shifts and stirs aboutIn the frozen open. Death has a face for two kisses,One for either hand, shielding the cheeksIn what crystal tears…
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The distilled honeyFrom a thousand flowersThat blossomed nectar,To meet the sun,And shone there,High above,In the early noontide of this spring day. I came awayTo see thee,And soon set upon a pathIn a forest of green,Lost and unawareTo my motions,For they were as your own. Stumbling through these narrow pathwaysBeneath feet covered in stone,I groped for…
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Upon me, and over me,With blueish contrast from thy beaming eyes,To the tresses that rock over thy neck,Like a galleon that weens itself through,The fine waves and random gulls. Romance sprouts so evenlyFrom thy brimming shoulders, bared to be touchedBy my rotting fingers.You descend from the slope, from the mountainWith as much precision allotted to…
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To what you said, on the yesterday,I now recoil at the memory.My mind will not stay still, my tears will not stop flowing.My body shudders, while my hands shake,My fears are what flood the Earth, with all of everythingI knew to be, the utmost tragedy. Where was God, in my place,Where was love, for my…
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Threads weaved about, curves among blessed curves,A small pup in your shadow,You’ll scorn the thing to its hiding,With lips made of scarlet stripes.To some painter with his wielded brush,To some sculptor with his hands in the white,To each golden bit of skin, with golden highlights,In satin and velvet, there is you, with face full of…
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Why do I feel pain,When I am meant to feel love,When I am meant to feel strong?It is like the sun in my chest,Creating my weakness,Creating my heart,Creating the start,To a long road, ahead. Why don’t I feel strong,And all I feel is pain?It is a weakness, a sickness, a knowingTo know what isn’t meant…
