#Marriage Poems

[a-ramblinrose]

The raindrops linger and shine like jewels!

[frontmansdefender]

He turned “babe I lost my ring” to a whole love poem 😭

[causticflower]

“—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]

[albertstrustie]

"Say it."

"I want more."

"More of what?"

"More of you."

[lunchboxpoems]

JOSÉ OLIVAREZ

[fragile-things-archive]

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.

[katerinaaqu]

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

[fewwordsmanyriddles]

There's no man like you Baek Hyun Woo.

[a-ramblinrose]

“I boiled months of sunlight, trapped them in jars of apricot jam.”

― Rosanna Warren, from, 'Couple'

[madd-madd]

Want one.

(Unknown)

[bethanynightfall]

If I had a flower for each thought of you, I’d wander through my garden forevermore. ⚘️🤍

[albertstrustie]

“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."

[landwriter]

i love the construction of starting a tragic-ending story with the ending & then going back to the very beginning, bc i feel like it correctly emphasizes the still-it-matters of “the love was there. it didn’t change anything. it didn’t save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

there’s no third act rug pull, no heart-in-your-throat hope against hope, no last minute twist. it doesn’t work out. we know that. but that was only the end. and here is all the rest of it

[fragile-things-archive]

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.

[mentalnote1]

Together Part 7 - Poetry

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!

[fewwordsmanyriddles]