Sad Poems
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Division, parting ways witha decision. Hearing still,when you wake, when you scream,falling at what might beyour final breath. I still yearnto catch you, in these arms,which are still burninglike the boughs of a tree,caught in its blaze. I still keepwith what remains unitedamong cherished dreams,where kisses swelled,upon our wings, where we soldour hearts, being nakedin
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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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No seething kindness, could ever subtractMy hands from crawling across your naked shoreline,From dancing upon your fragile neck,And allowing your breath to force itself forward.To the wind of my might,To the Hell of my sight. Little beauty, you seem to have cracked,Under the weight of a life gone alack. I give to you, my best
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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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I thought to myself,If I could change, from this searing anger I have felt,To an uplifted self.And, all that resulted was a bitterness. I thought to myself,If I could change, from this demented mind for a man,I have within my cranium,And, all that resulted was a bitterness. Like a lash upon my arm, from your
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Winter has me breathingThis cascading silver air,Across your delicate forehead,As you’ll recede with your eleganceBack to where you belong.A den of darkness,Is where you find comfort,And I do not belongIn such a realm. I am sick,Though, you seem to be healthy.You have cheeks that sparkle the radianceOf that health, of all youthDisplayed for me, once
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Rain comes as the fewest petals,To break themselves upon the shores of my cheeks,I had loved you, with all the grains upon my heart,I felt your suffering, for what it truly was,Though, I am alone.I am alone, without you.I am alone, to kiss my own tears, in this bleakness.In this winter of my heart, where
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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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Amorous, you are, upon my lips,In our love thrown together,Like two stones against their white surfaces,Like two faces that clash in untold heat,Like two moons that beat upon the other, their doors made of stone,Like two chins that rub the other, each surface made of bone. We are for the other,As the love thrown together.Kisses
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How children stream their tears,Down their faces, reeking with the innocenceThat Nature has gifted them,And yet, the little romances between a boy and a girl,Are a lot like how we once were,Without tragedy to melt our dreams into a reality. Reality is the dark complexion,That you blew over romance and its element.You drew near to
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Stone and ivory have a clash, that repeatsItself, in frequent cues.Alike the shores of pebbled beaches, to walk upon their texture,And then to notice,How some may stick upon the soles of a foot.And I am against your breast,The ivory texture that is much alikeThe soles of your feet,That had plodded course after course, over my
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Winter is my wisdom,My horror and my way.Little kisses are there to land, themselvesUpon your long and gifted neck,That I admire to its porcelain texture.I am enamored by you, and all the despair you throw out,To your naked feet.Beautiful creature of all my savage wisdom,I will kiss you, until the end of every new tomorrow.
Modern Romanticism 