#love poetry Tumblr posts

“As my eyes slip up the seam of your jeans, I could scream and lose my mind with what I find.. simply perfection in the reflection of your eyes..”

Then I slip my fingers down those jeans and your fingers intermingle with mine - eUë

i want to tear the sky open,
and drink the ocean you
spilled.
 
i want to be cradled in your
lap, while you hum a familiar
melody.
 
i want to be on the cusp
of where your thoughts
become dreams.
 
i want to drown in your
eyes when sunlight comes
pouring in.
 
it’s easier to want you in parts,
it sums up to more than
what the heart desires.
 
in your entirety,
you are ethereal.

source: pwaranwrites

Soundly

I can’t sleep.

You’re breathing softly.

I feel your heart beat.

I can’t stop looking at You.

Pitch black in my room

but I dont have to fear,

cause You’re already here

In the darkness.

I could see your face

It made me feel safe, cause

In the morning I knew

You’d be here.

So when we woke up,

and You asked me how I slept,

I replied with

“I slept soundly.”

-Nights with you.

After @bysampayne

It would mean the world to me if he felt a fraction of what I feel for him.

Colonize the heart,
sowing the amorous seeds,
and the blooms will
astound you
in the morning.

Vaporize the drought
by a sip of a draught
made from an elixir
of the petals.

Theorize ‘neath the sunset
on the emotional mysteries,
postulating whether
the heart draws itself in at dusk
and unfurls at dawn.

© Anna S., 2020

Hunter’s last poem 

Within the fleeting nightly precious,
I ponder drinks
of dittany; distilled from
the starlit veil
that stretches out to
encompass
all that is, will be,
and all that ever has been;
I sip and close my eyes
in dedication,
hoping all
once forcibly forgotten
may now be remembered fondly,
returned to me in all forgiving dreams.

—
11-7-2020, M.A. Tempels © “… returned to me, finally.”

I’m jealous of the Aegean winds, caressing your skin. I envy the warm Mediterranean breeze that billows under your dress…

It was when i was lost, that i suddenly felt found! ⚡️

lemon and lime water spilled on the field
the way an orange falls away from it’s peel
i’m just left wondering if it’ll nourish the roots
or burn them, citric acid style, like the ants and the bugs
but either way that’s abstracting what might and what was;
and there’s no sense in crying because of spilt fruit juice

there’s a genre of women that i know of like that
one part femme, one fatale, and two cups filled with soft girl
with black velvet gloves and elegant curls
who’s reverse side is sweeter than any girl’s was
she doesn’t fight angrily with the world that wrongs her
or the men who waste her sweet lemon-lime water

she just lives to forget and to smoke in the sunlight
like a may fly, or a death wish, or an angel’s delight
there’s no use to ponder over hypothetical beaches
that’s the lesson she found and the one a daisy teaches
braid the beauty, weave it in, tie it tight with violet velvet
knowing always her auburn daisies have only one night left

both sweet and bitter but not bittersweet,
there’s no resolution found in our soft fatale’s defeat;
even the simplest daisies tend to die in some other day’s dawn,
she knows failure will find her, never sleeps without her sword drawn
in hand, blood dried on the blade from the last one that left,
men: beware melancholy violets and their lemon-lime zest.

APOKALYPSE-19, spoken word track 

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And love poetry without love, is that lust…or just empty words, like clothes without a body underneath, hanging in a closet…?

Affitterei il mio cuore

Solo per farti scaldare

Fatti un po’ più in là

Che qui non c'è più posto

Mi hai rubato il fuoco

E ora come faccio?

Ti urlerò contro

Tutto il male che ti voglio

Ridammi quello che mi hai preso.

la fille de l'air, jules verne

How do I tell my heart to stop chasing you?

To not quicken when I hear your name,

To not skip when I see your smile,

To not stop when you kiss my lips,

How do I tell my heart to stop chasing you when it doesn’t belong to me anyways?

- M.G.Guzman

“A quote, a little poetry.. it’s a brisk walk in the park, or a long walk at the beach. But nothing else could run my heart into the ground like you sitting next to me while I read..”

I love when you sit with me while we read and do our own little things, that’s a no brainer, hahaha.. I truly love you - eUë

if I could lash my arms

around the girl I was

when I, when she

loved you

raw and desperate and new

ravenous,

crimson, reactive

desire put to flame

in our ember-shaded wings

well, stranger

I have a fingertip

for every year that

we have not touched

and a burgeoning emporium of breaths

for every moment that

I haven’t sighed for you

but naming the spell of distance

casts no glamour

on moments when I wake

and your ghost

is hanging in my doorway

so I wish you well and banish you

with some scrap offering of peace

and cast futile charms for her

naïve one

to see me, loving her

so tender

so new

when she loved you

© Chantel Camille Roice

7.10.20