Romantic Poetry
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What a smile,Upon looking to seeWhat is most Heavenly!Love, as you, has seemed to undoAll the knots in my heart,All the confusions I’ve long embraced,All the heat I’ve long been to laceAround my body and mind. Now you will play as the knitterThe embroider,The simple seamstress,To bind us forever, in eternal togetherness. My own love…
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I cry often,Whenever I unearthOldness from coldness.Perhaps a misplaced photograph, suddenly foundBy a heap of dust.I look upon that dust, to next wonder,“Is it you, the flesh of my flesh?” The lady who did die,Was the death that makes me cry.I’ll weep the tears,Staining my barren cheeks,Staining beneath my swollen eyes,And not a single tear,Will…
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You plundered the blue,Off what was brand new,And show up as you knewAll to break throughMy heart, with jagged edges.And, it is broken in two,Though, the symmetry was never there,Those eyes of yoursCould never really stare,To see from beyond your falling hairThat coated your face,To notice not even a trace. I am a new manWith…
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Bled, we were, upon an ocean gulfTo spread South, to where distant heat resides.And, to heal, to kneel, with eyes upon the sun,And, to feel, to seal, our wounds with our own tears.You have a heartbeat that skipsStones upon the water’s surface.Lost, though found, on death’s own compound,Found, but bound, with Hell to hear for…
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Eternity is too true to be new,Like what had wetted her lips,As the softest gleam I ever knew,Like two petals,With one facing towards Heaven,And the other facing my feet,At the place she’d occasionally bleed. Beauty is always bound in the embrace of serenity,In that lock her and me, knew to beBoth warm and cold, in…
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When I want to kiss, I will smotherThee, among all your surrender.And when you are upon knees and handsTo see, what has come of the kiss, burning upon your scarlet,You will drink, whether it be forced to beLet through your throat, to the level where you plead. Drink up, beauty,With your face and frown upon…
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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,…
Modern Romanticism 