Women
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Place yourself as a petal atop my heart,Alike a stone on my bruised soul.Dance with the husbandry of a makeshift garden,One that fades in the approaches of light.You have a form made of the same stone,And yet, highlighted by the sun’s warmth,I see baldness to the places I’ve nested a seed,I see eyes that claim…
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Beauty’s empire, or beautiful empire,Has arrested its attention upon the Earth.Many treks are walked to see it,And a one, a woman is there to embrace it.I have offered it,As I have extended it.I was not the one who voided it,As much as it displeased her. I have a fit torment,To walk in her shadows,Created by…
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As I weep,Her power is still overcomingEach shed drop.I still love, with a breath that cannot stillItself, with her fragrance,Her own breath, a spice and a rose,And a blush to her cheek,That I cannot tell to be,Embarrassment or pleasure. Face in my palms,And beauty has now possessed me.I weep a newborn tear,To let my feet…
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I walk beneath, the shower, of your eyes,And cast above, strong gazes, towards the skies.I make Heaven, bleak,And myself, turn weak.“I found love, as a treasure,”Said the man, as the welder,A man, of no purpose,No fate, of any design.But with, all turmoil,I’ve rearranged, what is mine. “There is no shame, in this curse,”Spoke the fool,…
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I neglect truth, wherever it stands,Plead for difference, wherever it lands,And make myself whole, through indifference,I beg to be differed, in manhood and resplendence.For I am weak by your side,With eyes that drop to a fingerThat is your own,Gleaming with a ring. Wherever the world rotates,I am not there.Wherever kisses are offered,I am not shared,With…
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“I love you,It is for that reason,That I will not let you fall.With eyes that gleam under moonlight,And features that show fear before my sight,I do love, and for that, I will seek strength,So that beauty will not be hurtBy a swinging tear.”
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Slow down, this pitiful tear,That has made, its merry mark, on my cheek,I find it to be, too earnest,And thwarting, from the sight, of someone, so vivid.You have been beautiful, to this day,A woman, as the moon, finally sees darkness.The darkness, of a lifeTurning, to death. Go wishfully, to the naked forest,And grow roses, in…
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A woman’s heart is to me, the cherished stone. I walk from where I sat, to her face, and bury only myself in her tears. They come out from dark eyes as sweet to taste, for she is happy! Happiness! So alien was the word, whenever I’d writhe in a torment back in my home.…
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I am a man who has grown up around women. No sisters and no siblings, but 4 aunts, a long-time girlfriend, a close grandmother, a mother, no father, and 3 female cousins… I think I have a bit more understanding of a woman’s Psychology than the average stupid man. From what I’ve known of them,…
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Up from deprivation, I’ll begin, to raise thee,To my contemplation, I have seen, to pull thee,By my regret, I have not been, to free thee,From a slumber, from a pain, from a madnessThat should only, be known, to me.Why should thou feel, when I am only, to suffer?Such confuses me,Whenever I see thee,Born with tears,…
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Find me where wine surrounds,An airport and its buzzing engines.Find me, for me to nestle myself in your heart,Find faces to feel their praise.I will love until eternity is torn apart,We will love until paradise is what surrounds,With violet scents,And beauty’s dose of awe. Safety is where I will find your touch,Your lips is where…
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Cling upon me,For your immediate comfort.You have wept with a shivering form,And eyes that obey all contention.A face that needs no bliss, as mineOr your own, for the coming deprivation. Disease me, your wounds of many fields.Kiss me, O woman of much gathered,Suffer not, when the world comes tumblingUpon our bosoms, so wide and heavy.We…
Modern Romanticism 