#Husband wife poetry

[sassywiththesas]

Sorry if i love u so much or get to obsessed...

I'm just trying to give you the love i never got.

[b-e-l-l-a--l-u-n-a]

[thestreamweaver]

"I'm no poet." He'd say, but then he'd say something that would prove the statement a lie... like one of the times he told Ororo how he truly not only loved, but needed her...

Currently, he'd been refraining from sex with her for their time there because of something she'd told him a week before...

Last week:

"What?!!" He asked, shocked at what she'd just accused him of. How could she say that to him. Of course, he loved it when they were intimate with each other, no one in their right mind would blame him. But to say that was his only reason for wanting to be with her... had all her sense left her?

"How can you say that!!?" He shot back at her, she bore into him with deep blue, passionate eyes. They radiated an agony of a silent cry that often only he would listen to... they'd always had a communication... a knowing. Like when she was trying to tell him something, sometimes he just knew, and it was the same from him to her... but this wasn't about that... this was something else, something that weighed heavily on her heart. It had been cutting her open for a while now, and he didn't see it.

How he could see some things but not others was baffling to her. She didn't know how he did it. Did he have another power that they didn't know about of avoidance, or dullness, she was glad he wasn't telepathic because of he was she was sure he'd be hurt by her train of thought.

"Every time we're together like this you always want to end the night with sex. Do you never think of me??"

"Of course I think of you! I thought you liked it. Didn't you enjoy it to?"

"Not as much when it's a long day, I want to see the man that I thought loved me, but it seems like he only loves my body anymore, and not the woman inside..."

"Ro... That's not true!!" He spat appalled at what he was hearing.

"What about Guatemala... I was injured and when I got out all you cared about was how good of a fuck you got that night. You never cared to hold me like I needed... the same thing happened in Argentina. You came to my aid, but never cared to ask me if I was alright, how I felt, if I was in the right mood... you just took what you wanted and left. As is usual for you, Wolverine."

His heart sunk. It was true... he'd taken what he wanted, not paying much attention to her that night. He knew she was ok. That was all that mattered. She was whole and healthy and sexy as ever... but he'd forgotten... before Ororo, it had been so long since he'd been with s woman actually romantically where he cared about her rather than just her body...

"I had needs those times Ororo!"

"So did I!!"

The two lovers stood there on opposite sides of the room, as if challenging the other to take a step closer. Ororo was tired of the feeling, she was tired of the back and forth, she was tired of him not listening... she turned, grabbed her sweater and walked toward the door, huffing out a breath.

"Whatcha gonna do, Ro?"

"I have better things to do than stand here and try to get a hunk of cured metal to hear my pain."

"Oh sure, storm off like you always do!!"

He had reasons for what he did... everything about him was intensified, his pain, his love, his senses, his aggression, his libido... especially when it came to her, she was the only woman that he knew awoke every single part of his being and held it in her hand as if it was the post delicate thing in existence... as if he was the most precious creature to walk the earth. It did things to him that he didn't know were possible...

She'd calm down soon, he knew she would, she always did. It was something that she had to do in general, any time she was upset. He knew she'd come back to him sooner or later...

4:00 AM:

His eyes shot open from their closed position, where did that thought come from?? It was true, but something about it... messed with him... she was avoiding him... she'd get over it, but something still didn't feel right

He woke to a semi truck honk, right below his window. He would've been mad, but he was confused... the dreams he'd had that night were strange, they left him feeling insecure about some things... one thing in particular... he looked over to the other side of the bed, it was still empty. What was his Ro doing out still?? No big deal, she was a fully grown woman who cutoff do as she wished... she wasn't his responsibility.

It was his protective instincts. They insisted on battering him. He had taken Ororo to be his, and the beast he had inside wouldn't let him rest until it knew its mate was safe and accounted for. So he got up, going into several places, until he found a small bar just far enough away from him to make her comfortable.

He brought her back, they settled into the bed, not talking, or even really making any contact, he got into his side, and she into hers and they drifted off.

That had been several nights ago... this was Thursday, it was almost time for them to leave the city and go back to the mansion. He had somehow gotten from point A, not understanding what she meant or why she was so adamant about it to point B, trying to see it from her perspective... why? Because he couldn't bear the thought of losing her...

It tore his heart from his chest, the air from his lungs, thinking about her walking away from him like she had that night, and into another man's arms... she'd done that twice. It hadn't ended well for either one of them except for them finding each other again... but a third time might not have the same results.

He had to do something besides what he'd been doing, he had to make sure she knew everything, and quick.

There was nothing like a sunset or a sunrise. For her, tonight, it was a sunset... one of the most vibrant she'd seen in a while. It reminded her of her home in Africa, Cairo, Kenya, Tanzania, Wakanda... she thought of how much she missed that land, her home land. Maybe she should go there again and soon. It didn't do much when she felt the presence of her companion there beside her. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and then back at the sunset. Unbothered.

He prayed for this to go well he'd been silently praying all day for this to go well... even unknowingly reaching to ears on high begging for resolve in this issue between them. They stood side by side, not saying anything, just looking out and enjoying the beauty. The only thing not out of place in the moment was something cute and harmless...

"A Buffalo." His gruff voice rumbled mellowly, she looked at him confused, not sure what he meant, until he pointed. Then she caught his meaning.

"Yes, and there's a frog." He smirked seeing the clouds she was referring to.

"That's a muffin." He pointed to the top of one of the buildings. It seemed so cute to be almost placed on top of it perfectly.

"Beasts?" She asked, his squinted and shook his head.

"Nah, Kitten's." She chuckled.

"It does seem to be more her style."

"There's the state of Idaho." She added seeing the shape in the clouds.

"Ever been there?" He asked, looking over to her.

"No, I have not."

"It's note a bad place, I'll take ya there some time." She smiled to him gently.

"See that big one?" He asked, pointing straight out into the horizon."

"Which one?"

"That one." He said expectantly.

"The tree?" She asked, thinking she'd found what he was eluding to.

"No, below it."

"Where?" She scanned the sky for what he was talking about.

"It's you!" He said happily, at this she frowned, not able to find it.

"What are you talking about?" He got behind her and lifted her hand with his aligning them so they were both looking and pointing at the same thing. Seeing what he was pointing to, her expression softened and sobered all in one...

"Logan, I am not that grand." She stated turning her face slightly to look at his that was still beside hers inches away. He lowered his hand to her waist, moving it as to turn her toward him. Only when the two faced each other did he speak.

"There has never been, nor will there ever be a sunset that can compare with you, my princess." He watched her eyes and face change with his words as they landed fully on her heart and soul.

"Logan, I..."

"Ororo, I'm no good with words, darlin... but when I see ya, I can't help but think the sunset gets jealous every now and then." He paused for what he was about to say next.

"I know I've been hard for you to take this last while, but I need you to know... you're my sunrise, my sunset, I wake up feeling I can live because I have ya with me, by my side. I'm sorry I haven't been as attentive to ya as ya needed me ta be. I'll do better, starting now."

She didn't know how to take his blunt honesty... she felt a little pathetic in times like these... here, the one man who was more aggressive and unappealing than most anyone she knew had poured his heart out to her and here she was acting like an inexperienced teenage girl with her first ever boyfriend who'd just told her up front that he liked her.

She turned to him smiling, her smile lit up his insides, his whole world got brighter when she smiled at him like that. She pulled him into her arms embracing him fully.

"Oh, my love. You will never know how dear you are to me, will you?" She looked him in the eyes, that message sending and receiving from and to both parties as they usually did in times like this.

He pulled her in kissing her deeply, not in a sensual way this time, but in a way that held much more significance and s deeper meaning to her...

He did need her, every last part of her just as she needed him, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

[hersurvival]

Bloody knees and elbows,

Crawling through the dark under the watch

Of passing headlights.

We aren't supposed to be out here,

Not this late, not this far.

We fled the forest, dad, his wife, and I.

We need help to get the kids.

But his wife keeps grabbing my shoulder,

Poking her fingers into my ribs,

Tapping my back.

I sit up, cars driving fast around us,

To yell, tell her to quit.

You don't want to be my mother, don't touch me.

It's making me unbalanced and driving me crazy.

[sachaabadeer11]

It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone who can bear your soul to, who will accept you for what you are. I’ve been waiting for what seems like a very long time to get beyond what I am, and with A, I feel like I can finally begin. So, to the most amazing person I know, my handsome husband, A. No measure of time with you will be long enough, but let’s start with forever.❤️

[jazelock]

8 Books I Read Growing Up: A Poem

"The Intrusion," Banquets of the Black Widowers - Isaac Asimov || The Witches - Roald Dahl || Hickory Dickory Dock - Agatha Christie || The Giving Tree - Shel Silverstein || The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde || The Return of the King - J. R. R. Tolkien || "A Scandal in Bohemia," The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle || The Eyes of the Dragon - Stephen King

[malachitezmeyka]

Ever since I first read Eugene Onegin two years ago, and even more now that I had to reread it for school recently, I've been saying that I've never related to a fictional character more than I relate to Tatyana Larina (not counting my own characters, that is, as they are intentional projections). Particularly the verses about Tatyana's childhood hit very close to home. I've been wanting to talk about it for a while but couldn't find a translation of the book that I liked. So, instead of sleeping, I spent 2 hours absolutely torturing my own brain by coming up with my own translation and I'm way too proud not to share.

Eugene Onegin, chapter 2, verses 25, 26 and 27, translated with the original temp and rhyming scheme intact, by yours truly <3

—

XXV

And so, her sister's named Tatyana.

She seldom catches someone's gaze,

Lacks Olga's beauty, lacks her glamour,

The pink-cheeked freshness of her face.

She's almost feral, quiet with woe,

So quick to startle, like a doe.

And even in her family home

She seemed a child not quite their own.

She hardly ever showed affection,

Both mom and dad would often say.

By window she would spend her day

Alone but for her own reflection,

She judged the children running wild,

Though she herself was still a child.

XXVI

Imagination was her friend

From infancy. As village days

Kept dragging on without an end,

She'd get lost in her fantasies.

Needle and thread she too avoided,

Fabric was never once embroidered

By her unblemished fingers, for

She found needlework a bore.

An average girl would take her doll,

Sit down with it and start to talk,

Prepare it for the time to walk

Into an upper class grand ball –

To silent dolls during these sessions

Young girls repeat their mothers' lessons.

XXVII

Tatyana never had discussions

With dolls, nor did she play with them;

She never told them of the fashions,

Of city news, and even then

Of toys and games she was quite wary,

She'd rather read of something scary.

In winters, in the dead of night,

Her heart learned how to take a fright.

When for young Olga their old nanny

Would gather up the neighbours' kids

To run and play out in the fields,

Tatyana would act most uncanny:

She never played or ran around,

And found their laughter far too loud.

—

[queeringclassiclit]

Alfred Tennyson & Arthur Hallam

from real life In Memoriam A. H. H. (and other works) by Alfred Tennyson

this is rogue but... based on the way their relationship is described in the poems, what do you think was going on between these two?

[lacystar]

I missed amongus server drama? 🥲

Qwerty no amount of update accounts could describe what happened

[flowersandfashion]

In Memoriam A.H.H. [V] by Alfred Tennyson

[thecoreofanjali]

Generational curse Love

My success is your success,

You're my husband and I'm your wife

Your success is my success,

As we chose to share this life.

-

When you're down and empty,

I promise to fill you up,

And when I have nothing left to give,

I know you'll fill my cup.

Taking life lessons and growth,

As we learn individually,

Sharing our joy and pain,

As we ascend spiritually.

Holding hands on this road,

That we chose to walk together,

Dedicating to one another,

That we'll stay true to 'forever.'

And as time unfolds,

Our connection grows,

Love immersed on an incline,

Ready for whatever life throws.

And though some days are tough,

We choose to humble the ego self,

We choose to live in understanding,

Embracing every feel to be felt.

And everyday we each feel lucky,

To be able to assist one another,

In this schooling of the soul,

And grow as friends and lovers.

-

Renewed cycles,

Nature connected,

Let our love be that,

Of which generations are affected

As they, Live. in Our. Love.

Because it, Heals.

- Anjali.H -

[angrywifelife]

Protection From Myself

I keep hoping you’ll be the type of man to protect me.

Not just with your ideas but protection sometimes from myself.

Myself when I drink too much with a cup of water.

Myself when I was too busy to eat with a meal.

Myself when I’m too high to stop other men from fucking without a condom.

Myself when I’m insecure and need reassurance.

Myself…has realized you’ll never be that man.

[youaremysunshine-court]

Dislike how explicit bls have made it so its not a bl unless two men are ripping each others clothes off and fucking on every available surface in my opinion a true bl is where the symbolism is in how they drink their wine, if they talk about the red thread of fate, if flowers fall from the sky when they meet, and in how their hands brush one (1) time in episode 26

[unabashedqueenfury]

Reign 2013-2017/02-22

Adelaide Kane as Mary Stuart

Non dubitar di niente, anima mia:

E t'ho promesso, e non ti vo' mancare.

L'ho fatto giuramento in fede mia,

Dove non siete voi, l'amor non fare.

Ho fatto giuramento nel mi' core:

Dove non siete voi, non pongo amore.

(Giuseppe Tigri, from "Canti popolari toscani ", Le Promesse, 1856)

[tvrningout-a]

benedetta is gonna require a lil more work before i post about her, but pls know this world is gonna ( and already does ) have so many women in power