Romantic Poetry
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Fall upon me with the world apart,And I will offer you a word,To see you married, to see you gladlyDressed in the adornments befittingElegance of all its domain. People do not know, the pleasures we makeOf each other.People will not know, the symptoms we create,That race forever.They will not ever see the subtlety of love.…
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Love is a shell,When it is not covered,By something that will nestle itIn moments as sweet as beading facesOf a woman, hot in exercise. Cities as old as time,All bow before the might of love,When it is that blanket of eternity.A kiss, one heated kiss,Upon a mouth, sends through shivers. A blanket, for it is…
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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…
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Raise a smile,Why don’t thee,And show me, so that I may see,Your happiness and tranquility.Though, a character as yours,One that fully endures,My entertaining of a bit of difference,A side to me, deserving restraint,Deserving compliance with sense. I do not deserve to see you any different,Than to have the character of one woman,Whose attitude and posture…
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Upon the day when you arrive,Adorned in something fragrant,Dressed in something treasured,It could be only love between, the threads of a garment,The threads of a worn heart, of a torn heart,That I’ve promised to mend,So much alike the garments, I’d do away with,So much alike the pain, I’d do away with. Upon the day when…
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Love is a wing, and I have been caressedBy it, by the hip that I hold,By the lips, bold in red. By the few lashes that extend far from eyesThat are tinted in bluish contrast. Beloved, so loved you are, beneath me,As I am above, I see you,Your face and your eyes, and your breastCurves…
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The breeze between each lash,Above thy gentle eyes,Moves to and fro, above those glistening tears.Oh, how beautiful it all reveals itself,Alike the vulnerability above your chin,Where waters dribble from your nose.The love we’ve expected to see,And survive within,Has collapsed entirely,Upon our decaying forms. We are like two crosses without the Saints,Alike two spaces of only…
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Death has made you majesty,While I weep aloud melodies.I once saw the weeping sky, and now,I weep strewn tears to your closed lids.I once brought my hand out an open windowTo feel the droplets,And now,That sky has closed, along with yours.A sky has been buried, and shut,Your eyes, and above. There is dew along the…
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My dear, you’ve kept building what ought to be thrownFrom the highest precipice,To the furthest ocean,And rent apart by waves acting as hands.Hands from God, hands from Satan,We are beloveds, always in arms, though I am angered.I am angered by a world,By a world that knows to seizeLove, at every opportunity,And replace it with the…
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God adores thee, as He sits beside me,Upon my dying bed of agony.My disease has been this welded momentWelding my heartstrings through themselves.Breathe into me,Your life, as a kiss,God will hold thy feeble hand,For I am an old man,With many sorrows.And you are His woman, His nuptial being. God has loved you more than me,God…
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Play for me,Dear, struggling woman,Though, our patterns be great,They seem to turn upon their own command.I found love upon your own throne,Upon your own grace,Upon your own face.Tears struggle mad to free themselves,From daily confinement.Bruised and scorned by the sun,Patterns grow immense, in all levels of sadness.I see futures born from all variousMoments in sickness.…
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Blanket and quilt,Heart shape and guilt,Collide upon the other,In merry do-overs.Blessed by thee,Your tranquil beauty.All so personal to describe,My heart, in its redness,And in bluest tears,I bellow out such oldest rhymes. We have faced the world over,In truest terror.You were upon the strength, I knew to uncover youFrom, to see the area beneath yourself,And to…
Modern Romanticism 