Sad Poetry
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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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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.…
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Upon sticks and brambles, and everything taken from the trees,Love, we do, with our hearts spread, over everything new.Like two fossils, once beautiful and full of scenery.Like two trees, now collapsed, with kisses running overAs the remaining twigs that caress. I am in love, or had I ever been?We are, as we’d always been, split…
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There is nothing greater, in my mind,Than to see myself lying flat,With a stream of crimson as my remaining color.Fertile, I am,In blood.And, to leave behind,All the water and land,New drops upon the soil, as other’s tears,For I’d care not, for their sadness,Just the dream I achieved, in seeing my end,By a stream, a current,…
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As I once met a woman, near to a lake,Near to a shore,Near to a stream,With the most delicate of leavesTrembling, under the autumnal gazeBeneath her,And I.She gazed upon them, each of them,Washing along the delicate road,With her own delicate vision. I bereaved a new tear, down upon my cheek,With failure to my every word.Because,…
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We have called Hell away from us,Indeed, we have.We have omitted the pain from our future,More than once.A little thing like pain has roasted our worn hearts,Until they both scramble to embrace the other,Acting with arteries as limbs,And blood as something to taste. I am in love with a womanWithout so much as a hue…
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Beauty recedes with the push of timeAgainst its frail and vulnerable form.Alike when you called the breath of my sigh, to rub itselfAgainst your worn cheeks,Against where teardrops leakThemselves, downwards to your polished, ruby lips. We are both frail, with few things to remember,So why do you desire to see all else, corroded by blackness?A…
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Pleasures sometimes, and only sometimes,Stifle themselves,Upon our walks through boarded passageways and times alone,When we may see the shores with its naked sands,Fused like longing upon longing.What will the seas become, without the sands beneath?As scarlet as your lips,We are lone with only our shadowsAmong depravity.We dwell, in faraway eyes, over those oceans, and their…
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Sometimes, when the scar has seemed to heal,I reject its process to heal,By a singular motion of my right and dominant handTo tear it open,And release the tides upon my feet.I breathe the scent of iron,Soon as emotion is revealed, once again. I wanted to forget,And I wanted to forgive you,And yet, my strength had…
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Roses delight themselvesUpon your parted lips,While teeth chew upon the tears that run from bluest eyes,You smile with a message that sends a roaring painDown upon my feet,Your face is a homecoming,One kiss would tear it off,So that I may see your truth. Rose petals loosen themselvesFree, from the buds that ensnare themselvesUpon your parted…
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Have you found what you needed mostBeneath the star and tinsel?We both once shared hands, to dive withinThe sea and its shining surface,So that we could send kisses to each other’s faces,Beneath that blueness,Beneath that openness.And yet, we stand beneath the tree with its most mournful appearance,And gaze with eyes upon each lit bulb, each…
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Awakened, he was, by the final sigh,Pleading to the wind, as a miserable goodbye.One lucid dream, transfers to the next realm,And whatever love was takenIn her enclosed arms,To that Heaven, beyond,Where life shifts and stirs aboutIn the frozen open. Death has a face for two kisses,One for either hand, shielding the cheeksIn what crystal tears…
Modern Romanticism 