Sad Poetry
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What holds youlike chains, stuck for years?Braking on the edge,driving with a limitto your miles.Walk over fire,like I do.Burn with the bridgewe will build,while quiet pleasurebecomes loud.Float overwhat you recognize,while momentsbecome memoirs,evidence or testimonyto this tale.Walk on wires,like I have.These conductive circuitshave been pulsingfor far longerthan we’ve been breathing.Burn your bridge here,lose your tearsthat we…
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It’s an evening’s rideinto the mist,delivering agonyfrom where it sparked,from earlier onwhen the tide rose.In this heatof an hour’s rush,I am with the speedof one startled glacier,for I’m collapsinginto an echo.The mountains answer,the lakes are ripplingto shimmer facesreflected back,reminding me that Ishould turn around.I keep onin the same wayI let the wound bleed,receiving warmthfrom a…
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Your designationwithout just a quiet,almost absent,voice of deliberationhas drawn your doomin the dust.Sadness speaksafter you lost your fire.Love has forsakenyour once bright eastside,because the morningrefuses to dawn.Dreaming in the daywhen much is in disarray.Screaming to be heard,crawling to be seen,but nothing and no onereceives your hand.An embittering memorialall this becomes,walking on unreflective glass,wading in freezing…
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Faint trillturns into winter’styrannical chill,once you come backexpecting paradiseto be dumpedin your lap.Over me,your streams leak,as you bite on the lipsI once kissed,I once heard wereof promises kept.You once saidyou were notgoing to ever letthe tidesbe to your worship.But you hold onwith hands that burnfor this tensionto rise higher.Is there not a dropof anythingnot in…
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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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Distant scars,like loosened rainfall.Present memories,like these forever fields,running with those trickles, from a lost pairof extinguished eyes. I still yearn to keep youcaptured, in these arms –ones that have roamed,forever, to meet you, to greet youwhile you are findingother ways, to treat yourself. I am losingsight, of a little candleflame,though I wantto keep the present…
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Abandoned spark.Hoping. If everything can beall that we, carried in heart,time can stop. Let it be –another cessation at the demonstration,one more kiss, drawn inlike breath that moved a petalfrom a rose,hardened into bleak metal. Lowered eyes.Watering our earth,in our cries. Why elsecan what supports usbe shifting? Why else,with many more breaths,can our views, what…
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Miss Beauty,With all radiance to spend,Like what the sun does, to spread color,As you have done, to my mind of black and white. In losing you,My mind has turned to grey. I sought to see your hips move with the wind’s twists,And hear your sighs among the delicate sheets. Love was once all to be…
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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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Little birdWho weeps, and still creates songAfter bloody songIn her bath of red-colored water,As her garbs lie heaped upon one another,On the floor, outside of reach. I saw what twisted my vision,A hue in a bath of waterAnd it was the color of the sun, yet without the warmth,For a knife has drawn evenlyOver the…
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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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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…
Modern Romanticism 