#marriage poem

[lunchboxpoems]

JOSÉ OLIVAREZ

[creelarke]

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

[albertstrustie]

"Say it."

"I want more."

"More of what?"

"More of you."

[areebianights]

My Roman Empire is what each woman would have achieved if she hadn’t been married. What kind of personality she’d have developed, what dreams she’d have pursued, what responsibilities she’d have chosen, and what depths she’d have explored.

My Roman Empire is the unlived lives of most women.

[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.

[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.

[eggubato]

Sea oranges

For PH month's fan's choice week day 2, prompt "Autumn"

@phmonth @i-prefer-the-term-antihero

[lunchboxpoems]

SWEETHEARTS

One day

either you

or me

as if drugged

will be staring

at a collage

of photos

in an unfamiliar

foyer,

the other

sleeping

in the next room over

inside a shiny box

like a saw-in-half trick

where everyone

seated in rows

is waiting for something

to happen.

I know

I’ll be stuck

in that first room

where old friends

who knew

you briefly

but remember your smile

will hang out,

away from family.

I’ll be there,

almost

out the door,

alone

waiting as if for you

to come out

of the bathroom,

so we could

stand again

like we did our entire lives,

together

in the darkest corners,

making

dirty jokes,

not knowing what to say

to sadness,

eager to leave

when nobody’s

looking,

out across

a silver parking lot

like geese

breaking off

a lake.

C. L. O’DELL

[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."

[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!

[dabiconcordia]

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

[fewwordsmanyriddles]

[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.