#Citrus' poems

[citrus1640]

more old poems i've posted 4 the shl concert anniversary.

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(1)

'Even if there would be a room full of people I'd always search for you, I'd always redirect my gaze to you...my love '

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(2)

'a place where a promise was made, your arms around me warming both my heart and mind, a loud promise a 'silent' love...'

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(3)

'a temporary goodbye, a love that never fades. Your bright smile, your gaze fixed on me. The cherishing of a promise that will never fade just like our love'

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(4)

'Lustful gazes, silent words about a love that never fades'

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(5)

'If your eyes could speak what would they say? Words that no one can hear, words that speak of love, words that speak of passion. They do speak especially when I'm with u, they speak of hunger they speak of passion they speak about us..my love '

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(6)

Our eyes speak everytime people look at us and if our lips could speak without saying any words what would they say? So many inaudible words that no one can hear or understand words of passion,hunger and sweet words...'

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(7)

'come my prince take me in your arms, let me feel how it is to be in love with you, let me feel a real new love..'

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(8)

'Surrounded by your love, surrounded by your light. Will you be forever my light? ... My love..i'll be your light that will follow you everywhere you go, the light that will protect you...your light'

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(9)

'My love will you marry me? Will you spend all your life with me? ... Bounded souls, a passionate love, a brighter future for you and me my love...my baby...my light'

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(10)

'A meaningful promise,an unbrekable bond, a beautiful magic called love..A love that never fades...a love that will continue to shine bright and even in the most darkest moments this love will never fade...'

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(11)

My skin aches for your touch (silky yet arousing) My lips ache for your kiss (delicate yet hungry) My heart aches for you (you and only you) My mind aches for your voice calling my name (call me..call me with your harmonious voice)'

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(12)

'this sensation that i always crave when we're together.

The forbidden sensation that i crave and want to treasure forever, neverending familiar sounds coming out from your soft mouth.

A neverending sensation that make me, that make us to want more...to feel more...to hear more...to taste more.

This sensation that make me want to feel more of you (your intoxicating smell)

This sensation that make me want to hear more from you (your callings that sounds like a prayer with only my name in it)

This sensation that make me want to taste more of you (Your stronger yet delicate body)

That's the only thing that I crave more when I'm in your presence

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[offstage-euthymia]

Citrus blues.

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I climb mountains.

A resting place near a fountain

Under the willow tree.

Where you hear the shallow sea

Which scrubs the stony shore

Where sea urchins find home.

I have poppies around me

I snap their stalks and drink the milk.

The cobweb which is like the silk that stones me

Sometimes i have to.

Sometimes i don't.

But it's always there.

My flask with the teardrops for tomorrow. Sometimes worry, sometimes sorrow.

So may i borrow your time.

And put some lime in my eyes.

Until another day dies.

So I'm not saying goodbyes.

Im saying hello to your beautiful eyes.

And im asking for citrus blues.

Because i already have salt and tequila.

Hunches and cues with clues.

Left with tobacco crumbs and Shangri-La cruise.

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Poem by Marko Tivanovac

Background pic (pls if you know tell me)

[kafkamybeloved]

i read a poem about oranges and friendship

so i cut up an orange and gave it to my flatmate.

i love her even at her worst

so i didn't mind cutting my finger

as i gave away a certain type of citrus that was also called love-

and as i ate a small piece for myself

she told me to share the fruit with her.

and so we sat on her bed as she sang and i ate

with a green plate of love between us

and a phone filling the room with music.

the cut on my finger started healing, and it smelled like oranges.

[sourcitrusjuice]

I am the Lemon.

I am bitter, unsavory, tart

The skin on my back is yellow, dimpled and fresh.

The color of nourishing sunshine and everlasting happiness

My aroma is alluring, sweet, tangy

Won’t you take a bite?

The taste of my juice is acidic, rotten, repulsive

The flesh of my membrane attacking your mouth, digging into your tongue

You spit me out, your body salivating as if I were a poison, but I have yet to be removed

You have given me a chance, a heartbeat of trust, and I have ruined it

My ravishing outside is starkly contrasted with the reactive, volcanic contents of my inside

As you eat me up, I wish to eat you too

I react swiftly, terrifyingly, to those who try to learn the taste of my flesh

For inside, I have nothing but bitterness. I am raw, inedible, hard to digest.

There is nothing that is consumable in my core.

I would rather you just drink the lemonade.

I have been processed, properly sugared, sweetened like the deceiving peel that adorns my outside should be.

I would rather you just drink the lemonade.

I should be sweet.

But I am sour.

I am sour.

The true me, is sour.

And I don't want you to taste me.

[lena-oleanderson]

Still Life with Citrus from Side Wounds

[ktheqw]

The Kitchen

The house greets us with fragrant smells of citrus tarts, homemade lemonade, and images of a long, familiar kitchen we love.

Stepping into the home from our childhood we each process the way we feel about the good and the bad memories made.

A nostalgia for idealised memories saturates the memories we wish to deny as Mum brings the teapot to the old cedar table.

[yourpackagecameinthemale]

I peeled an orange for you

Dug my fingers through the skin

My hands got sticky

It made me uncomfortable

anything for you

I peeled an orange for you

I tore it into sections

It’s perfect to share

If you can dig through my skin

If you can get uncomfortable too

I’d love to split it with you

[spiral-wizard]

[yj-98]

mayhaps a weird ask but. inspired by ur last one.

opinions on stonefruits?

OMG NO NOT WEIRD thank you i love random questions.. and even not random questions... so true stone fruits

ultimately i think im more a stone fruit girlie (gender neutral) than a berry or pome fruit kind of person. i LOVE a good peach or mango or nectarine or apricot. cherries have to be the perfect kind of ripeness but i do love them.. and i wanna try lychees. i am plum neutral but they can be good. ty stone fruits you are so versatile

[euphoniouspandemonium]

actually the best thing about tumblr poems is that they make you eat your fruits

[izukuwus]

[Image description: a series of screenshots of text placed on a white background. Most of the text is white on a black background, but some is black on a white background. The screenshots are variably sized, but generally match each other. The text reads:

"socks required, Not a place for Children

Didn't know what to expect

in the secrets telephone room where

He said "identified as a man"

I heard sexual explicit acts.

cheating on their partners

a one time thing i saw no point in

a bit hot but

Most of it didn't feel like Art.

colors changed in the kaleidoscope and

in the ages

We spent two hours immersing our selves

in a puzzle to relate to,

strange and politically charged

your concept of humanity

can get a little explicit

extremely disturbing and fun

So be prepared.

let loose and just play.

bring socks and open your mind." End ID.]

Planning a vacation next month and reading reviews of this really cool art gallery there so I took little snips of all the reviews and made a poem out of it. Officially it's titled Hopscotch after the gallery but I wasn't smart enough to screenshot the name lmao

[citrus1640]

If there were no people here what you'd say to me?

♡

I'd say many things to you, things that might arouse u or just please u

♡

If there were no cameras what you'd do to me?

♡

I'd do a lot of things to you, to 'feed' your desire, to satisfy you, to hear my name coming out from your lips

[olddirtybadfic]

this is becoming a strange recurrence

Spicy blueshipping haiku below the cut. Warning: it gets way too realistic about what experiences mpreg might entail.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Meowth loves round things.

James is pregnant and randy.

You can do the math.

-O-o-O-

Their white tomorrow:

Meowth is filling James up

Like a cream pastry.

-O-o-O-

Weezing's Sludge attack

Compares not to the might of

James, font of vomit.

-O-o-O-

James puked on himself.

"This shade is not my color;

Clashes with my hair."

-O-o-O-

The queen has cravings.

Chocolate-basted tuna.

Also beef jerky.

-O-o-O-

The queen's belly swells

Over the course of nine weeks.

Kittens incoming.

-O-o-O-

Wispy lightning bolts

Caress the queen's omphalos.

The cat nestles close.

-O-o-O-

Nourishing white pearls

Drip from James's tender teats.

The queen feeds their spawn.

-O-o-O-

can these even be called haiku anymore or are they a disgrace

[outragedtortilla]

today’s prompt: Citrus Fruits.

#citrus

[emotionalshrek]

My words are spilling out like youth.

One day I hope to feel my skin without shame and hate.

I will peel it off like nothing and reveal the meat below. Sweet and ripe pulp bursting.

I am a clementine. or maybe I am nothing at all

On citrus

[seb-ast-ian]

I drink from no God’s cup.

I drink from my own power,

A cycle has nothing to spend.

I drink in power from pain

Like oranges and mangos swallowed whole.

Citrus splitting and blessing my soul.

I have no hope of tomorrow or days to come,

I am the supernova that tears through the morning sun.

I don’t dream of the past or the future anymore

I no longer know what it means to be dreary.

I am the product of cooled ore.

- Poem by me

- artwork via @annamond on Instagram.