Romantic Poetry
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When you cried aloud to the deepest blueOf my mind.When you had noticed what is truly wrongWith my kind,I gave you greater sight to the cruelest seaThat runs over my skin, the blood of my debris.The blood from my skin roars fervently. Can you see?Can you tellExactly what had formed our graces, in matrimony?Holiness is…
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She rose, so well, in the time of morning,Stilled, my finger was, worn and broken,At the still of morning, by what laces the sun,Being, her face, as I trace every line and curve,By that same finger. What a kindness, unto me!What a world, that enraptures me!Her disease, called love,Is a wonder, to still be aboveMyself,…
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What fiend has caressed my shoulders,Besides the loneliness, I feel within my heart?It is yet a monster, without the need to sleep,Without the will to heal. She lays there, for my eyes to behold her presence,For my view, for my corrupt and trembling hand,To mimic her dashing and golden figure,Upon the life I aim to…
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Feverish marks, from where love had struck a solid chordUpon thy evergreen heart,Upon thy smoothened heart,Upon thy fabulous heart,Were as beauteous, as the next whore of a line,Of a waitingTo see,To plea,And then, to fleeAway from my fingers, that brought you to ceaseYourself, from how you breathed. A disaster,Upon alabaster,Upon the skin of velvet smoothness.Upon…
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As life would be, thrown in my directionWith all the smallest jingles from bells against it,And the scenario builds itselfUpon the rottenness of my withering shoulders,For my life is a crusade,A great raceAcross this treasured desert,Upon this harlot’s cross,Where she’d die for the nighttime,Where she’d die for the bedtime,Where she’ll kiss, through a cloud above…
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I lay it, quietly,A kiss upon thy forehead,While music shudders around us,And destroys all tension,As I have kissed you. Resplendence, among beauty and grace,All are teeming in your bosom.You have a flower in your hair,And a heart that shimmers, like the wings flapping from the gulls,Radiant with the dew from the sea. A clever mind,…
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Depression is a current moment, for youWhen you dip tears into the bowl of failure,I have not been good to you.But, I will surround you, in the venom of friendship.I will surround youIn the thorns that have been, all to us,The things we recognize,Are to us,The wilderness of sheer belief. We are not for us,But,…
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As I hold the face, that shows the very state,You’ve become,In the Hellish, heated, and festering nights we’ve shared,With no secrets, and all nudity to bare.Our fingers laced,In other’s skin,In the blood of posterity.We have now, nothing to reveal,And still nothing more, else to conceal. As I hold your face, I kiss it sweetly.As sweetly…
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I once craved the song,The words from her parted and heavy mouth.The little seeds that I bled into her womb,Were only the lives I slew away to the tomb.I once craved the song,The grave where I felt her belong.She was a mere ghost laying heavyAlike the lips, that were too, parted and hanging,Like the two…
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She has made me wantTo die.She has made me wantTo cry.To weep cries of softnessAnd greater bitterness,Into these hands that tremble,For I am sick to my utter core. In my failure,I am still in my mind.I have faulted everythingIn all my failure. And yet,To feel guilt is noble,Is it not? My health, I care not…
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For every punishment,For every sin,For every kiss,For every period of denial,We are the thorns without the rose,Just merely the pain, without the bliss.And without faith,We weren’t there with sincerity to each kiss. I am breath,I am bone,I am death,And I am stone.The rocks upon your shoreline,And the thumbscrews on your outline,You are pinned,And I am…
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You, with lips that aimed to kiss,Were interlocked with something you dearly missed.The frightening desire to fan the flame you wield,And yet, for my love, you’d not stoop down that very shieldThat blocked my way to your fervent heart. Little woman of a certain void,Of a shell,And, had I lost you on a whim?Had I…
Modern Romanticism 