Love poems
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Name
© Chris Jones
His name has been ghosted over the fence,
leaving an alias, burn, prison clothes.
I'm half the man, he says, not my sentence,
waiting on time that other people chose.
A Simple Poem
© Emanuel Xavier
With lips that will never touch mine
read your poems out loud
so that the words are left engraved
on the wall
make me feel your voice rush through me
like a breeze from Oyá
The Death Of Art
© Emanuel Xavier
Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.
-critic Harold Bloom, who first called slam poetry "the death of art.
Walking With Angels
© Emanuel Xavier
AIDS
knows the condom wrapped penetration
of strangers and lovers, deep inside
only a tear away from risk
The Blossom
© William Shakespeare
ON a day--alack the day!--
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air:
Music
© Walter de la Mare
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
The Divine Vision
© George William Russell
THIS mood hath known all beauty, for it sees
Oerwhelmed majesties
In these pale forms, and kingly crowns of gold
On brows no longer bold,
