Romantic Poetry
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Before betrayal turned my heart into an orb of stone,Before the music of selfish attraction,Brought my listening ears close,I realized upon a day when truth glistened on my mind,That I was merely a child,With his feet dipped into the blood of a mother,A simple thingOf no complex ways. A massive enemy to innocence, made my…
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Together, and nowWhen we will allowOurselves, to spit upon the blight,The doubt,That held us back,There is green upon the leaves, when autumnal frost still cakes them.I am in belief, that this love will flourish, with a crown of blood droplets,Rubies, tears from the form,And sapphire, tears from the face.We are together, in arms, forever…To bleed…
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A night without the embrace from thee,Is a night I’ll never be desperate to see,Upon the time when you return from across the waves,To see the defiled me,And know that the sun has run from me.The sun, as you, my created light,A single candle that stands with tapered form,And a wrist that is scarred from…
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A mind made with shelves, adorned in the booksThat read the past with much awareness,And a heart that recedes with the tideOf a bloody sea.No fault could ever welcome itselfInto your open arms,For you possess a form,That outdoes even the sea with its many currents,And many curves,From cresting waves. I am in love with a…
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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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The grace, had all laid among wastes,With the taste of blood upon our frozen tongues,For we could not speak when time was not friendly.Time was only between us,Creating a horrid barrier,A blockade, of sorts,Tragedy was our craving,As we both wavedTwo syllables from each our hands,The farewell, that drew us apart. Full of spite, we were,Among…
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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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Decorate meIn your golden tresses,And rain upon meYour tears of nectar.I see so much sweetness in our minds,Released emotions upon the world’s green forests,As we breathe each other’s scents,We are so very simple. Death cannot come to us,When life makes us comfortable.In arms, we will dance, and dance, forever,Beautiful, in our marriage, in our love,In…
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Why had love grownPast the thorn that we thought was higherThan the top of your crowned head? You are the woman with feeling abound,And the bitterness that surroundsMy mouth,Was from your timeworn kiss,From smallest lipsDripping with the yellowest poison,Displaying the fever between us. A fever, a warmth,Alike the sun, alike honey.Alike the sweetness from what…
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Upon highest waters,Where the currents match our tears,We were once in arms, tragic and longLike the moon with its great form,Bleeding newness into night,So that the sun may greet the paleWith its roaring hues. All I feel,Is this fiery pain,While a grave sleeps beside me,It had started before me,And now slumbers, continuously. Every gray fieldOf…
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Upon blue irises,Folded over with lids like bird feathers,A glass of red within reach of a porcelain hand,I stare. Beauty has welcomed itself, upon this occasion,Your grace, and your face,Two eyes like twin moons upon my own,Shifting away in incredible shyness.Lovely, you are,Upon this evening of evenings.And highlighted you are,Near to a candle that stains…
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The world around meShifts into an illusion,When she stares at me with blank eyes,And speaksWith an ever-more blank voice.She has been the ungrateful one,For each of my worlds,Love and survival. To make her live,Was to allow her to die in my heart. A pain,And a tragedy.One world,Devoted to eternity.It was a climb, to the finish-line,A…
Modern Romanticism 