#mmm poetry

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

If love is a dagger, stab me in the back

let my blood run down your fingers

All of me

Loves all of you

[ya-boi-haru]

[Fable SMP spoilers]

Momboos death is the sun that Icarus flew too close too and now we will watch them fall

[cowboylikesubai]

"it's okay" (i wrote poetry about it)

[anetherealpoetess]

'you are sick for loving galadriel and sauron.' thank you!! it's where i am most comfortable, knee deep in the keening sublimity of evil wrought tender by good and good in skin-raking flagellation that she found evil in the dark and reached out to touch his hand.

[bedforddanes75]

holding ur boob is the best part of life

[casimirt]

Make Me A Sinner Too.

Pleasures of the flesh

Deepest, carnal, desires

I want you to corrupt me

I need you to spoil me

Feel your teeth on my skin

Dripping in your hot breath

Whisper desperate words of desire

Beautiful flushed cheeks

Heavenly soft skin

Hellishly eager eyes

Bodies intertwined

Faces nuzzled in necks

Pleasures of the flesh

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[reallybadblackoutpoems]

the death/grip challenge (2020) - johnny compton

“thats the cholera talking”

[sillydeadpoets]

im studying to be a meteorologist so imagine one day youre chillin on your couch and suddenly im on the tv. you recognize me, simon, from tumblr, and your heart drops, and then youre like "no fucking way it's that one todd kinnie!"

(enjoy the pic of my chicken pesto wrap in creative writing class)

[persnicketypansy]

in the long teenage summer of the 2000s, when I was with depression, my father bought me mangoes in cardboard pallets, a dozen at a time

now, i eat one over the sink, sticky and sweet and dripping from my fingers. i think of how my father, carrying his own crying weight, knew the most important things a father can - the fruit wouldn’t fix me, but something sweet might just carry me through the darkest of times

and that on some days, a daughter is the most terrible thing you can be

my father was born in grenada where the mangoes drip from the trees - he always said it didn’t taste the same from america. I don’t know how it could be better than this, sweet-wet in my mouth, slippery in my fingers, tearing the flesh from the skin with hungry abandon - a mango has never tasted this good

my cousin once ate so many mangoes he developed an allergic reaction. my love is at least fifty-percent fruit. cut me open and my heart is the same yellow and velvet-sweet. I am cramming mango into my mouth with reckless glee. There is syrup everywhere - it is dripping down my chin. My fingers are slick with it. there is no love I would abstain from partaking in simply at the risk of developing an intolerance for it.

i will eat it up, even while my throat is closing

[masqueradepoetry]

The Earth and I

(I wrote this in a greenhouse while it’s pouring rain outside. My aromatic attempt at love poetry, or maybe I just really like dirt.)

The Earth and I are lovers.

Dancing to the same longing tune.

The rain falls on us,

But we don’t feel the chill.

The Dirt and I are married,

Between rocks and sand and wood,

We grow mushrooms with decayed love

And flowers with fertile kisses.

Each step is rhythmic,

Enticing,

Hypnotic.

We are lovers upon the land.

At night the Earth wraps me

In her warm embrace.

The wind cannot touch me,

Where we sleep.

We step along to a dance,

So old and timeless

That even the best historians cannot recognize.

The Earth and I are lovers.

And when I die,

I will not be afraid,

For her love will keep me close

And my grave will carry

The most beautiful of flowers.

[flowersandspacestuff]

August by the sea,

Monday morning blackberries

Are candy sweet

Melting in my mouth,

So juicy

Grey skies

And evening winds

Herald autumn

Hear rain coming

Beauty ends, and beauty begins

Seamless

[myriad--starlings]

pile up the holy books like driftwood on the beach swarming with lice and crawl with them dig and bite and try to find something to eat in the ink and hair and you will go hungry language picked clean to the bone who could write love when the sediment of history is crushing to powder to new stone turning marvels and monstrosities to marble instead let the mountain and the rock hide me let the water cold and new trickle amid the dust where i finally sleep and let the mulch of me the amber sap extruded into souvenir bottles feed something better

— Dayspring, Anthony Oliveira

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! :3

[scliddarities]

why do we love what destroys us? a statement most days to soothe me each time i do something i will regret later. stuck in my ways and unable to see past this haze of pain i lean my head against the mirror, the coolness of its touch burning my skin, i want to speak to who i was. i want to know if she is understands that i’ve been choiceless before. i want her to know that i’m learning and trying and i love what destroys me because i hate myself, i hate who i am now but not her. never her.

a question that sits on my tongue. only a poet would ask something as three dimensional as that. i ask myself who i am in the dead of night when only the house breathes, i beg my ancestors to show me reason, to give me strength. i waste away under these sheets. nothing besides me but a book.

[fromedennn]

[a-wild-things-rambles]

ode to the oceans rise

dancing on a tightrope/lying through our teeth look at us darlings/how we feast the waters have risen/the hems salt stained pretty little dances/soon to meet there ends the clothes are old/and let out again these pretty delusions/are wearing gossamer thin dont look down/dont break the spell but you look up/and see how far away are the stars feel the water/lapping at your gown dont look down/dont look down you would hate/to drown its what you daddy ran from/its what your mama only saw his friends all drowned/hers still just holding on son of salt/daughter of air you new fellows above/old peers dying below take the shining hand/rise up above above the desperate hands/you claimed to love guilt makes your dance clumsy/but survivals no team game unless someones winning/unless your the one in pain pick your ally's/chose wise and smart they wont drown/wouldn't know where to start children of air/who dance so pretty don't know the ocean/and its boundless cruelty you rose above/how daring of you but can you resist the call/of what made you