#Marriage Poems
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a-ramblinrose · 11 months ago
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The raindrops linger and shine like jewels!
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frontmansdefender · 5 months ago
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He turned “babe I lost my ring” to a whole love poem 😭
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causticflower · 8 days ago
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“—and the love you are made of.” (and I love you because you are love)
@lovesick-x-prince what if i cried. HUH.
[the thing causing big emotion]
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lunchboxpoems · 2 years ago
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JOSÉ OLIVAREZ
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albertstrustie · 3 months ago
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"Say it."
"I want more."
"More of what?"
"More of you."
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fragile-things-archive · 4 months ago
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i love your messy hair, i love the birthmark on your thigh,
i love your crooked teeth, i love the mole beneath your eye.
i love the scar between your fingers, i love the veins upon your hands,
i love your dark brown eyes, i love your collarbones, soft strands. i love your full, pink lips, i love your philosophic hands,
i love your bitten nails, i love your morning voice’s mess. i love your gentle breath, i love your laughter when it’s free,
i love our quiet moments, when it's just you and me. i love your body close. the warmth that never ends.
in every part of you, dear love, my prayer ends.
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katerinaaqu · 4 months ago
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I am actually interested in how somehow it became universal that Ctimene would be that much fixated on her husband like Odysseus is to Penelope. Technically speaking Ctimene marries Eurylochus in an arrangement and Odysseus receives a large dowry for her.
In my mind her relationship with him would be more typical than passionate but for sure she would be sad upon hearing her husband's death.
I was planning on writing a story about her wedding as well about her learning on her husband's passing but I am actually really interested how many people assume her own wedding was the type of loving or passionate as it is with her brother and Penelope.
Quite frankly her relationship with her husband would seem to me like Agamemnon with Clytemnestra pre-Iphigenia incident; typical mutual trust and respectful. In a way she "learning to love him" because he was married to her. However I am not sure if her love for Eurylochus would be the same type as the one Penelope has for Odysseus
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fewwordsmanyriddles · 9 months ago
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There's no man like you Baek Hyun Woo.
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a-ramblinrose · 11 months ago
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“I boiled months of sunlight, trapped them in jars of apricot jam.”
― Rosanna Warren, from, 'Couple'
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madd-madd · 10 days ago
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Want one.
(Unknown)
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bethanynightfall · 4 months ago
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If I had a flower for each thought of you, I’d wander through my garden forevermore. ⚘️🤍
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mentalnote1 · 2 months ago
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Together Part 7 - Poetry
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Seasons call From behind a threshed of mourning Exploring A handwritten endeavor
*** !Together! *** I will love you forever That’s been tattooed on our arms since we were 21 years old Love put years on happy And on his 97th birthday We sat We rocked We listened To the stars And whispered to the moon *** We made love *** We died *** !Together!
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albertstrustie · 4 months ago
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“Everything I do for you isn’t because I feel obligated. It’s because I love doing it. I love doing everything for you. I love spoiling you, making you happy. It makes me feel good, knowing that I can make you smile, or laugh, or turn your frown upside down. I want to give you the world, sweetheart. I want to show you way more than that, but the world is all I got. All I can offer."
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dabiconcordia · 3 months ago
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How I Met Your Mother
I saw her at a party, walked up and said, I wonder if you would mind getting married, buying a house, enduring the agony of childbirth a couple of times, watching a lot of Netflix together, dining out (I'm thinking, specifically, of the osso buco at Rugerri's), getting a dog, negotiating mortgages, and finally sitting by me in those last days, arranging the funeral, tidying up, then starting your strange new life, the one without me. Is that too much to ask? And she sipped her mojito and said, what are we waiting for? by George Bilgere
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fragile-things-archive · 3 months ago
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i want to write you a poem. or a poem about you. i want to fill every page with words that are only yours. i want to paint your portrait, capture the beauty of a moment, a scenery, a dream. i want to write you a song, and sing it to you each night, a melody just for your ears. i want to craft you a gift, cook you a meal, to offer you the entire world. i want to give you everything a human is capable of, and mourn the things i cannot. i want to give you my heart, my body, my soul—everything that i am, so that you always feel my love.
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very-gay-poet · 24 days ago
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Love And Pride
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You say love is nature 
As natural as it is divine
but my love is the only love that needs labor 
Why must I prove myself to be worthy of your respect
When all it is a contract of conditions
The purest form of love; a fight 
Forbidden in your dreams 
You forget that we are not monsters 
Though you have deluded yourself into a call of conviction for us
You seem to have trust in the lies you’ve told yourself 
You didn’t use to 
You said it for control, to fool the foolish 
Every time you spoke, a camera zoomed in to your crossed fingers
Now your arms are hugging me 
Suffocatingly 
While you tell them that people like me must not be human
And yet, still, all I see in front of me is a man in a lion costume, leading a war from his balcony while we all die from poverty 
Trust the man in charge, blinded by his own pride instead of mine
And when we die in this war, we’ll trade names
Like before, when we wanted better ones than we were given
It’ll never matter what name we’re buried under, magpie 
He’ll forget them by dawn.
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