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Bless yourself,Woman of the deepOf me.Your face has raindropsSuitable for consumption.Your aroma is taxingTo my strength.I falter,I weakenBefore your might. There is seduction in every wordThat leaks freeFrom your parted mouth.I eclipse nothing of joyFor your moment in the sun.I blot out the smearsBefore they set. You no longer need to weepWhen love is there…
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The state, The waiting game Of your eyes upon the lane, Where our roads will cross, Where our fields shall know loss. As I see thee, I want to say That nothing in the world matters. Your beauty Is an image of my defeat. My arms are long As they hang. My tears wet roses…
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Let come the rain. Our fields are thirsty For the stains of splashed Earth. Our dreams remained with The sudden parting upon the forty-fifth Angle to the unknowns.
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She was laced In the straw found from fields, Revealing sculptures I can surely bleed. From between ivory towers Where greed Runs up to flee In any amount I can see Of the source to her craving, While my ideals are stepped on by heels. I count the waves, Numbered in the knowing Of what…
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She holds curtains Before her trailing eyes, Then asks the world, “Where were all those loathsome goodbyes That never came, before the end?” Trails come as journeys To tears, never-ending. For her, life threw turns to her, Sobbing beneath the blackest veil Thrown over trembling shoulders. Her neck is a bath For the bucket, the…
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To love is the biggest risk for any human. It involves more risk than what it takes to be respected, or to be feared. If such is the case, then why do romance novels depict a relationship like perfection? It is not believable, to say the very least. What happened to tragedies? What happened to…
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I am sensitive. Real sensitive. So… I have found out that caffeine heightens this sensitivity. Though, not in a good way. One cup of coffee causes my whole body to be in pain. I feel this agony in my chest, my abdomen, my lower back, and even my calves. Even my scoliosis begins to hurt,…
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Poem Titles: Due for the Delicate Kiss A Drawbridge to You Love’s Wishbone A Celebration of Love and Drunkenness When Fires Shares its Words Withdrawn and Withheld To Brush a Tear Aside Lust has an Open Image My Eyes Show Tears Alive, and Unwell Candles Melting Against… Blossomed Breast Grant Him His Fortune Love, by…
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“If the body is the guard to the vulnerable self, then it is the sight into the eyes that will see the mind. Lust, for the form. Love, for the mind. We are sane, in love, and insane, when we feel the love slipping. We desire control, yet we cannot douse the flames of defeat…
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No more long speeches, No more long breaks In the forest, where we take Turns to reach for the clouds Gathered, Then parted From the circles, they formed. No more time to talk, No more time to walk On in the same direction. We are so much like the ash that rains Upon our hands,…
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Looking back To my other end Of the lake, that shares Twisted, Broken branches. Her eyes leave marks, Her form Casts the storm. She bleeds all over me Grief, and pity. Her life Forged, through strife. Curves that taint the Earth, Growing weeds, Brambles, Among thickets, Thorns, Never the sweetness I’d expect. Her touch burns…
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You are the lighthouse Amid my storm, The guide, While my sails are worn. I am cracked by my hull, As you never let me sink Into my own debris, In my own tears, By my own fears. You are merciful, As I’ve been fanciful In seeing my pain wither away, In desiring my arms…
Modern Romanticism 