Beauty Love Hurts Poems

In this psychological warfare,
where the fate of Romeo and Juliet 
has not discouraged lovers

I was warned,
"tread carefully, only move forward if you are prepared
to battle...

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December blows its frosty breath,
ice flows downstream.
     Isn't ice white?  This is so grey.
     Where is...

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I KNOW A GIRL WHO IS INNOCENT AND WHOSE HEART IS SO PURE

TRUSTWORTHY AND TRUE, A GEM OF KIND

WHOSE BEAUTY AND GRACE, ARE ALWAYS ON...

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             Echoes of the Heart


I’ve walked this street before, through slick remnants of...

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"The Liar – Inspired by a song of the same name by Glenn Hughes." The Poet

Verse1:
I see the evil in your eyes,
Only now I begin...

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The clock, the watch, the phone all have eyes that watch from the view of 2 AM untamed 
Heart rates jumping like the heat of...

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In the quiet glow of dawn,
Where shadows play and merge,
There she stands -
A vision, a muse, a silent whisper of desire.
Her beauty, an unspoken verse,
Crafting...

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blue eyes, deep and dazzling as the sea
cheekbones sharper than a knife
golden hair, soft to run a hand through
he was a jewel
a sapphire prince
who, upon...

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CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 3


Catullus VII: 'How Many Kisses'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You ask, Lesbia, how many kisses
are enough, or more than enough, to satisfy me?

As...

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I’ve been to a thousand magical places,
With dragons and creatures, wizards and kings.
I’ve seen ten thousand of all different faces,
Met so many friends, done so...

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Her eyes look up towards the amber skies
In solemn prayer before the Sun dies

Only to live again a zillion times
Prayer is not for the Sun...

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You have my eyes but not my heart
This part of my life you play this part
The vision of loveliness that I call art
The part of...

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My muse
Am I just another experience to you?
My beloved beauty, of divine grace
My soul, my heart, my mind, everything
All yours
You were everything to me
My waking...

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From the girl:
Mother used to always say
"All men are the same"
Whether you want, whether you may
They will always make you play their game

And then I...

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You have the Florentine beauty of the soul,

with pale fingers as if made of snow,
you play nocturne farewell melody
on my ribs as if they were...

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