#poeme d amour

[uniqueivresse]

Un regard, un baiser et tout a commencé.

J'aimerais capter ce moment à chaque instant pour voir la beauté à travers le temps.

Un jour de plus à tes côtés, à te contempler, à te chérir et à t'aimer.

S'il te plaît, ne me lâche pas, j'ai tant besoin de tes bras rassurant, de ta voix sécurisante et ton regard verdoyant.

Bien que nous ayons quelques différents, nous sommes deux indivus extravagants, intriguants et passionnément amants.

[aphotographyofyourlight]

A Life For Two

by zebreartistelunaire

Every encounter leads to a life,

Every encounter is a life.

A life, alone, leads to nothing.

The encounter is truly

Its only hope,

It can even save a life,

What do I say in fact, two lives

Not less, and often more...

When two lives discover each other,

Strangely they look for each other,

Then they get mixed up,

Sometimes they get tangled up

And maybe one day they mix

Sometimes without mercy.

And then, at the height of their chance,

They become entangled

Two in one.

It is immediately that each word,

Each silence of their exchanges,

Are the score that two lives compose.

Each note that they add to each other

Give a unique and double music,

Just as Universal,

And that raises each "one",

From and below;

Many times from this tragic "from there".

I speak of,

Each as each one

Has found it and seeks it

Without ceasing:

The sex.

No !

It's not that!

At least not 'that'.

Because for this not necessarily need to be two

But on the other hand it alone risks to spoil any poem...(You will tell me!)

But,

Surely not a life,

Still less two,

For whom it is made at the beginning,

Three or more? Each one is free;

But although in fact

The sexes do not matter,

And are only incidental,

(Certainly well conceived)..

But in the end :

need I say it?

To conclude Jean-Claude*,

What starts it all,

Is, is born,

..and finished, finally, my logorrhea, it is :

Love !

*great game : who is this Jean-Claude ?

[nervousyouthcupcake]

GHOSTWRITER

Il ne faut pas te laisser

envoûter par les mots.

Il faut savoir les garder

à distance.

Il ne faut pas laisser les mots

envahir ta vie.

Il faut apprendre

à parler aux oiseaux

qui chantent dans le ciel,

au printemps.

Apprendre à écouter

le crépitement de la pluie,

en hiver, sur les toits.

Apprendre à respirer

le frais parfum des fleurs

qui embaume les soirs d'été.

Apprendre à regarder le soleil et la mer

caresser l'horizon.

Apprendre à toucher les étoiles

en automne.

Il faut réapprendre à aimer la vie,

comme aux premiers jours.

Il faut apprendre

à profiter du temps qui passe.

Il ne faut pas te laisser

envoûter par les mots.

Il ne faut pas laisser les mots

envahir ta vie...

Car tu le sais.

Les mots parfois sont assassins.

ECRIRE TUE.

Un peu plus chaque jour.

Inexorablement.

Irrémédiablement.

A petit feu.

Recueil : Bloc-notes

Patric Kerlann

[dolcissimamiavita]

La chevelure

Il m'a dit: « Cette nuit, j'ai rêvé. J'avais ta chevelure autour de mon cou. J'avais tes cheveux comme un collier noir autour de ma nuque et sur ma poitrine. « Je les caressais, et c'étaient les miens ; et nous étions liés pour toujours ainsi, par la même chevelure, la bouche sur la bouche, ainsi que deux lauriers n'ont souvent qu'une racine. « Et peu à peu, il m'a semblé, tant nos membres étaient confondus, que je devenais toi-même, ou que tu entrais en moi comme mon songe. » Quand il eut achevé, il mit doucement ses mains sur mes épaules, et il me regarda d'un regard si tendre, que je baissai les yeux avec un frisson.

(Pierre Louÿs, Chansons de Bilitis)

【peinture: Frank Cadogan Cowper, Rapuntzel sings from the Tower】

あの人が言ったこと　今夜夢を見た

首のまわりにあなたの髪があり

その髪は黒い首飾りに似て

うなじと胸を��っていた

私は髪をなでていた、その髪は私の髪だった

そんなふうにして同じ髪の毛によって

永遠にむすばれ　口づけをかわしていた

ちょうど二株の月桂樹がしばしば一つの根から生えるように

そしてしだいに、そんな風に見えてきたのだが

二人の手足が溶けあって

わたしはあなた自身となり

あるいはあなたが私の夢のように私の中に入ってきた

話し終えると

あの人は優しく私の肩に手を置いて

やさしいまなざしで見つめたので

私はぞくっとして目を伏せた

（ピエール・ルイス『ビリティスの歌』）

[drut5haly]

Je pense à toi

Nuits et jours

Je pense à toi

Tout le temps

Même quand je ne le désire pas

Tu hantes mes pensées, mon esprit et mon âme

Tu me voles même mon sommeil

Tout de moi semble être completement attiré par toi

Et si je cherche à m’évader

Je ne peux pas

Je suis prisonnière de toi

Je pense à toi

Tout le temps

Je pense à toi

Nuits et jours

Et je me tue à vouloir t’oublier

Je n’y arrive pas

Tout ce que je fais

C’est penser à toi

[realm-of-tas]

Amour

Amour - Love

[isamaraborgesblog]

Huyamos, QUEDAMOS JUNTOS PARA SIEMPRE.🤍

Vivo eternamente enamorada de ti. 🤍

Para mí lo eres todo, eres mi verdadero amor. 🤍

Que siempre seas la historia más bonita que pueda contar a mis nietos. 🤍

¡Que tu alma gemela sea siempre gemela de mi alma! 🤍

Espero que todos, al menos una vez, sientan lo que siento por ti. 🤍

Eres todo lo que quiero, es como si fueras mi brújula. 🤍

Quiero escribirte mil poesías,

Conexión de mi sintonía,

Quiero dedicarte mil melodías,

Razón de mi alegría,

Te amo tanto, en el espejo, estás tú, no me vuelvas loco más,

Te quiero tanto, sonrío

¡Cuando te vea, nunca me olvides! 🤍

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

-Eternamente, Isamara Borges. ♛

[anincompletelist]

rwrb fic recs! :D

I wanted to take the time to compile a few fics that have massively helped me over the last tough few months and never fail to bring a smile to my face (after the angst, of course)! thank you to everyone who takes the time to write for this lovely fandom, please keep it up! your words are so important and often change lives even when you don't realize it. I hope you're all doing well, and enjoy! <3

(please message me if for any reason you would like to be un-tagged!)

in no particular order:

he looks up grinning like the devil | @coffeecatsme | E | 38k

Henry can’t help it—he lets out a laugh and shakes his head. Beta Sigma Chi being a safe space is about as likely as the Republicans championing queer rights. “Right, and who’s this new president that somehow managed to turn around an entire fraternity?”

Pez winces. She hesitates at first, but then she must decide on something because her chin juts out. “Well,” she says slowly. “It’s Alexander Claremont-Diaz.”

Henry laughs so hard he almost falls off his seat.

Or, Henry Fox learns to fall in love with everything that is Alexander Claremont-Diaz, even if he insists on calling Henry "dude".

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A Sporting Chance | @clottedcreamfudge | E | 126k

"Marry Henry - destination wedding. Combine all of our names so paperwork is a fucking nightmare." Henry stares at him and Pez rolls the dice, and-

"Congratulations to Alex and Henry Claremont-Diaz-Fox-Mountchristen," he says with a bright grin, and Alex punches the air and makes a 'whooping' noise. "Your wedding is attended by the Beckhams, the President, and several key members of congress. Henry is very gentle on your wedding night." Henry is going to fucking kill Pez.   "Fucking sweet," Alex says, because Henry is apparently the only one here trying not to have a coronary about all of this.

***

It had just been a party game, except now Henry is in way over his head.

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a degree of fate | (locked) | lockedinmybody | E | 34k

Against the wishes of the palace, Henry decides to go back to university for a graduate's degree in Literature. And when you want to lay low, what's a better place than Austin University? It's not Henry's fault that Alex Claremont-Diaz is also there. Something must be his fault though, because despite having never met before and Henry only knowing him as the son of the Former President of America, Alex Claremont-Diaz clearly hates him. It's going to be a long two years.

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the poem you make of me | @omgcmere | E | 91k

After being discovered on Instagram as a teenager, Alex Diaz is thriving as a social media influencer and model who just landed a high profile, high fashion contract with Calvin Klein. Alex can get any girl he wants, and he’s loving it. Meanwhile, British poet Henry Fox has just arrived in L.A. to kick off a North American tour promoting his new, steamy book of gay erotic poetry, and he’s attracting a lot of attention.

Bad blood is immediately sparked between them when Henry blows Alex off at their first meeting. Several tabloid rumors and an Instagram tantrum later, Alex and Henry are reluctantly thrust together to make nice, resulting in a grudging friendship and a magnetism between them that Alex can't explain. Why is Henry's poetry making Alex feel like this? And just what is it about Henry Fox that gets to him so much?

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Mr. BodyPillow | @inexplicablymine | T+ | 21k

Two boys cuddling on a couch right on top of each other because they are in fact very gay™.

Inviting over a complete stranger for cuddles because you are touch starved might be the worst idea Henry has ever had, or the best.

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More Amour | surveycorpsjean | E | 45k

Alex discovers something in Henry's closet that changes everything.

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we've been here forever (here's the frozen proof) | @onward--upward | T+ | 12k

Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep.

Warmest regards, ACD *** It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.

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Oblivion | milowren | NR | 31k | please CHECK TAGS & NOTES prior to reading!

What if the moment in the hospital wasn’t a false alarm and the publicity surrounding the forced bromance between Alex and Henry had the adverse effect of them being kidnapped together?

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But I love him, whether or no. | @leaves-of-laurelin | E | 77k

Henry moves to New York City to help Pez with the opening of his new bar in the East Village. The location—fortunately for business, but unfortunately for Henry’s sanity—is directly across the street from a fire station. The sound of sirens is bad, Alex the gorgeous firefighter is worse. But when Alex helps Henry avoid a near catastrophe the night of the bar’s opening, the two form a tentative friendship that starts to develop into something more.

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we might just get away with it | (locked) | smc_27 | E | 21k

Alex is a model. Henry is a journalist, and a bit of an asshole. Alex wants him anyway, even when it doesn’t feel good.

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Hashtag Soulmates | @everwitch-magiks | E | 44k

Alex is perfect and handsome, the golden boy, everybody’s secret crush. So there is absolutely no way that he is the reader who screeches in caps lock every time that Henry posts as much as a drabble. There’s no way. Except Alex just closed his browser fast as fucking lightning, but not before Henry had gotten a good glimpse of the page Alex had open: AO3. ‘Don't Stop Me Now’, Henry’s current wip. The one that Henry literally just updated.

Sweet Jesus. Could it really be?

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the rubble or our sins | weather_stained | E | 14k

As the Emperor's grandson, Henry despises the gladiator games and resents being forced to attend them — that is, until he sees Alexander fight. 

It's a romance doomed from the very beginning, as Henry's family is already pressuring him into joining the army and finding a wife, but he falls hard for Alex nonetheless. Will Henry find a way to be with him, or will he spend the rest of his life looking back on their time together?

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that's all for now! I'd like to do this again very soon since there are so many new fics being posted that deserve love as well.

please let me know if there are any issues with the links, if you'd like to be un-tagged, or if you'd like to come and scream about these with me!

another good place for recs is @rwrbficrecs !

if you enjoy any of these (or any fic at all) please know - as someone who writes them as well - every single comment and kudos goes such a long way. it's not necessary, but it's always so much appreciated. <3

thank you for reading, and I hope everyone is having a lovely day/night! :D

-- anincompletelist / sarah

[looybi]

La nymphe au bois (poème d’amour)

ICYMI: https://looybi.com/style-de-vie/amour-la-nymphe-bois-poeme-d-amour-2020-05-18-22-37-10?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[artlimited]

Edvard Munch | Un poème de vie, d’amour et de mort

Edvard Munch, Un poème de vie, d’amour et de mort #Exposition #Munch #Paris @MuseeOrsay https://www.artlimited.net/agenda/edvard-munch-un-poeme-de-vie-d-amour-et-de-mort-exposition-paris-orsay/fr/7584986

[lettuce0327]

You texted me and asked me how I had been. If you only knew that for a long time I had wanted you to send me a text message, you did, but I don’t need you anymore.

[femmebicephale]

Dis moi à quand encore

Tu me manques

Trois petits mots aux lourdes portées

Je te vois partout tu sais

Première pensée matinale, dernière confiée à l'oreiller

Je n'ai jamais autant aimer rêver

Ton doux visage

Ton sourire renfermant mille trésors

Je te revois et succombe comme pour la première fois

Le réveil me frappe : "Tu me manques"

Les souvenirs me hantent

Ton absence me trouble

C'est encore toi

Toujours toi

-PM

[doucleur]

Il y a une différence entre ce que je sais et ce que je ressens

Comme si mon coeur et mon cerveau étaient sur deux fuseaux horaires différents

[medusasprotegedaughter]

Pablo Neruda, Tonight I can write

[lonelyfrenchpoet]

Fenêtre

Je me suis assise au bord de la fenêtre pour prendre l’air.

Je ne respire pas.

Je ne respire plus.

Je frotte ma main sur mon cœur dans l’espoir de l’apaiser.

Je n’y arrive pas.

Je n’y arrive plus.

Je sers les poings de toutes mes forces.

Je n’ai pas de force.

Je n’ai plus de force.

Mais une lumière vient m’approcher.

Je vais peut-être y arriver.

Je vais y arriver.

Tu t’assois en face de moi au bord de la fenêtre pour prendre l’air avec moi.

Je respire mieux.

Je respire.

Tu frottes ta main sur mon cœur dans l’espoir de l’apaiser.

Je me sens mieux.

Je me sens bien.

Tu prends mes mains pour les accordés aux tiennes.

Ma force est de nouveau là.

Je suis plus forte.

Cette lumière s’approche de plus en plus.

Je vais enfin assumer.

Je vais y arriver.

By Val (31.07.21)

[uniqueivresse]

Mon amour,

Je t'ai rencontré au coin d'un détour,

Je pourrais même dire d'un carrefour.

Depuis, au rythme des tambours,

Je ne cesse de t'admirer dans ce beau séjour qu'est notre amour.

Il n'y a aucun contre-jour, ni desamour, ni retour, ni même vautour car nous sommes du velour.

Je suis si fière de toi, de ton parcours.

J'aime tes valeurs, ta beauté intérieure, ta bravoure,

Et ton humour même parfois lourd.

Tout ce discours pour te dire que j'encours celui de t'aimer, pour toujours, chaque jour.