Sad Poetry
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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…
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An empty home is a tragedyTo what has revealed itself, upon a day in destiny.We are two petals over curves,And over our memories,Where salvation lies buried, awaiting,The new snows to descend, upon the beautiful other.The little face you show, revealing perplexity.The tears you rain from two eyes, crystalline, in form.Every piece of dread that was…
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I knew to love,What was trusted deeplyTo the nuptial part of our romance,Before an altar with primrose and tulip,And the sight of Christ upon our faces. And, it was yours he shared the most attention,As you wept, among the repeated sighs,To the warm wind of this summer height.A little droplet of morning dew nested beneath…
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I filled my eyes with the droplets of joyTo believe in you,During when I had believed in you,The delicate iris for my eye.With each petal I had then pluckedTo the greatest farewell,And the shortest goodbye. Your beauty was the sun,And the moon, combined.Resplendent, as a radiant star,And how I could hold you, when you were…
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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…
Modern Romanticism 