#love poetry

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Beautiful~

You're prettier than today's moon.

[quoteastic]

Darling, I'm not drinking to forget about you. I'm drinking to forget about me.

[definegodliness]

Blue disk

Sliver moon, so beautiful.

Looks fake. Love it.

Here, have a crappy picture,

Instead of words. They mean

Nothing:

'Wish you were here,

It's just the right kind of cold

For clear skies

And clear thoughts.

For closing your eyes in knowing

What sets your soul

Aglow;

When the shell comes one

With the jagged outside, and the source,

Within, radiates warmth;

In that cold

You deeply realize

What is outside, and what is

Home.'

Wait, I'll show you.

The camera can't find the stars,

But I promise there are

Stars galore. You'll figure. Here

Have this crappy picture. I tried

Twenty times

To get it right;

You know that,

Right?

---

31-1-2025, M.A. Tempels © (untitled)

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Beautiful!

I NEED YOUR HANDS IN MINE,

it’s the closest I can get to the sun. I want you to recite your favourite poem

for us, or in other terms, I want you to say love. I want your mouth to taste of it.

If you’d let me, I’d drink your words all night long. I want to stand in the kitchen

with you, after dinner, washing the dishes & talking about the day we had, before

we watch something on the tv, half paying attention & half to our phones. I want

to stretch these moments out to fill a lifetime. I want the days where we barely speak

because there’s nothing to say but we’re still arm’s length away. I want the days where

there are no moments of silence, because there’s so much to say & everything in between.

I want the tedious. I want the mundane. I want it all, if it’s with you.  

[maabelasdaruth]

Sollavellan in Iambic Pentameter

His love, it burned against my body, a sun,

His focus brilliant wildfire fed my soul.

[moontus]

𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞?

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭..

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲,

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞..?

- 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐬

[slwasabila]

Isn't that cruel? We build a home for someone, only for them to burn down its walls, leaving nothing but the ashes of memories.

[richellegoodrich]

"I slay dragons at night while you sleep. I see by the way your face contorts how they exist in your dreams. Willing a magic sword, I plunge into your deepest nightmares and swing at the beasts with all my might, dodging flames exhaled by monsters that would eat me alive to go on torturing the fair one I love. I see your face relax, eyes still drowsily closed, when the mighty dragon is slain. It may be that my fingers rub soft circles on your forehead as I imagine my brave fight as a knight reclaiming your dreams. You smile under the spell of my touch, and I am rewarded. And so, my love, as I await the dawn, I stand ready to slay dragons while you sleep."

― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

[celtic-poetry]

Some days

& even more nights

I long for to be held

Just held safely

In a strong embrace

Oh,

to feel at ease

to feel secure

to feel loved

to feel someone

with

their arms

around me

holding me

tight

oh so tight

tighter still

their presence

at my side

secure

& safe

-

I can yearn

so much

for just that

I can feel it

in my bones

a deep ache

a longing

to just,

be

held

be hugged

safely in

a warm

embrace

to feel loved

[quoteastic]

Why don't you care?

[definegodliness]

Come alive (again)

Disintegration. Every subatomic particle, unbound, Independently floats omni- Directionally. Aglow, then, Insubstantial Within the colossal breath; The primordial sigh, Once thought void — now, Recognized as life's propelling agent, Beyond the veil; this Canvas Of creation.

What remains, Marvels at its simultaneous Expanding, and contracting Into, and, then, As The infinite,

Until the mind gives in.

No more Thoughts, now, At the end of all craving.

No more time. No more weight.

What is all, is all that remains; Is all I am, and I am all, as I am (…)

A spark:

Consciousness. The tangible world Washes over the ethereal implosion In myriad Revivified colours.

I am love.

Your kiss, my instant death. And I would die, every time, Just to come alive In your arms Again.

--- 2-2-2025, M.A. Tempels ©

[pink-heart-writes]

[chuchaitiu]

Feeling safe in someone's energy is a different type of intimacy. That peace of mind and security is very underrated and I cannot emphasize this enough.

[myhiddenquerencia]

Look at you, Wiping your own tears With the same hands That long to be held

Ayesha Zahra

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.