#Love Poems

[floralpoeticss]

But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

– Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

[sarthhakkk]

the romantics never die

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[lucidloving]

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena // Alain de Botton, Essays in Love // Eden Robinson, "Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted" // Chloe Liese, Always Only You // Anne Carson and Euripides, An Oresteia // Two—Sleeping At Last // Studio Bones, SK8 the Infinity // Trista Mateer, "is it okay to say this?" // @moodylilac // D. H. Lawrence, "The Rainbow"

[metamorphesque]

"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

[cowboylikesubai]

(s)he makes me really laugh like genuinely laugh oH WHAT THE FUCK OH GOD *POLICE SIRENS IN THE BACKGROUND* *CRASH* *BOOM* AUGHHHH *BUILDING COLLAPSES*

pamper me to hell and back by hera lindsay bird / @ /bipdf / @/ manincaffeine / close to you by gracie abrams / love will find a way, by alivia horsley / @/tacobort on twt / fallingforyou by the 1975 / alfonsina storni / pinterest

[dreamer-but-realist]

[floralpoeticss]

With every day you disappear more deeply

– Marina Tsvetaeva (1892-1941), from "The Chasm", translated from Russian by Catherine Ciepiela

[our--impossible--love]

[soulmaking]

Frank Lima, from "Summer    (a love poem)"

[loveelizabeths]

there is a love in which i will always know you, just incase you forget.

love elizabeth s.

[lucidloving]

Oscar Wilde // L. Munir, "Lazarus" // Gustav Klimt, The Kiss // @lucidloving // Take Me to Church—Hozier // Richard Siken, "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out" // @lucidloving // Gustav Vigeland, Man and Woman // Caitlyn Sieh, "Mythology" // @lucidloving

[metamorphesque]

"I Loved You", Alexander Pushkin (translated by Antony Wood)

[poet4days]

[luzmiere]

tell me how many pieces you were broken into;

i want to know how many versions of you i will have to love.

Fernando Machado, "The Epitaph of Our Love".

[floralpoeticss]

Alone. A truth I have felt since always.

– Melissa Broder, from "Last Sext," Pen America (4 June 2014)