#contemporary love poems

[morningsaidthemoon]

Excerpt from The Song of Roland, translated by Norma Lorre Goodrich (Medieval Myths)

[juan-francisco-palencia]

Quotable quotes.

"As cruel and painful as it may seem at times, we have to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives."

—  Juan Francisco Palencia.

[constanzarte]

Charles Ernest Butler, Siegfried und Brunnhilde

[echoesoftheinfinite]

I need painting, I cry out for writing, I yearn music, I yearn for poetry. I need art in all its forms, for that is how I possess everything, even without possessing anything.

[annikamaja8-blog]

"My first love is stuffed in my dirty, torn briefcase

With my scarred fist clenching the handle

And every love that comes after

Is simply a new feather hat

That goes a top my shiny new hair-do and dead ends"

-Anni

I took inspiration from a poem by Fatima Aamer Bilal, the original poem sits below the text:

[soulmaking]

Anne Carson, from "What I Like about You, Baby"

[delusionalcreep]

“freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey”

-On earth we’re briefly gorgeus

[lena-oleanderson]

my first poetry collection Side Wounds is finally ready!! you can download it here it's available for free (but if you would like to buy me a coffee, you can do that here)

featuring 30 poems, some of which are never-before-seen, others edited versions of previously shared work of mine, side wounds is about grief, love, perseverance, queerness, medschool, overworking, god, how hard it is to stay alive sometimes and good reasons to do it anyway

content warnings: grief, death, suicide and suicidal ideation, religious themes, ED mention

usage rights and crediting: if you'd like to share a poem or any portion of a poem from side wounds, you have my permission to do that so long as i'm credited (my linktree has all my socials and website) you're not allowed to repost the entire collection. you're not allowed to share any part of it without credit.

if you'd like to share your thoughts on side wounds, you can do so on tumblr or on goodreads

[sillytriumphdragon]

"God gives us the ugliness so we don’t take the beautiful things in life for granted."

~Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

[juan-francisco-palencia]

Veneration of the Life.

Who was it who said that sex was something dirty? It is we who make it dirty by defiling it.

—  Juan Francisco Palencia. „Eine Blume auf dem Weg“.

[kharacore]

@/sillycle on twitter

[esoterichermetic]

(paula)

It’s been twelve years since I’ve set foot on this sacred ground The best days of my life were spent here Amounting, in total, to just about a year I walk up from the road, see you smoking a cigarette There in your truck, not a day has passed.

“Our son is in the box” shatters my halcyon The lid is the color of your eyes. “Do you wanna see him?” You tell me that you’ve got plans And our boy will be remembered I don’t want to see, I think it will break me But I’m so proud of you He got his eyes from you And his adoration of you from me

Cool Novembers in your treehouse, our hideaway Almost like That 70s Show Directed by Wes Anderson Written by Quentin Tarantino A little space heater in the corner Multi-colored throw rug on the floor Gods of chaos and creation reside here

I don’t remember the first time I made love But I remember holding you there on that rug Looking into your eyes And I’ve been lost since vessel adrift in a sea of cerulean Any illusion of grandiosity I had crumbled to ash “The neighbors complained, we had to tear it down” Repurposed lumber has the potential to create Or rot next to the pool

You invited me to swim one august “Which bikini looks better? Black or red?” I said black, you picked red Red looked better Water almost as soft as your touch, slowly rolling against my chest Pulse pounding in my eardrums While you kiss me Your hand on the back of my neck And in my shorts Mine on your cheek and hips

This is heaven

I found myself damned when once again Streams of reality came through The plastic sheeting pretending To be a sliding glass door “The house settled and the glass just broke one night. No one knew it was under that much stress” One must be aware by now Long term settling often leads to some kind of break

But metaphor was never my fortè So to drive the point home I broke my ring finger just before leaving.

Does life imitate art?

[echoesoftheinfinite]

Once a heart, shattered and torn,

Seeking to heal, forlorn,

Saw love in many ways,

Yet none that could stay,

Going door to door,

Took time to explore,

That it still beat, like dawn’s first light,

Breaking through the dark of night.

[annikamaja8-blog]

I differentiate the words gray and grey by the shade of the color because my friend Sam told me he does, I've learned to be more patient in conversations and listen more because my friend Charlotte is, I listen to old grunge rock because it's what my dad would listen to when he was working in the garage, I'm never shy to speak my opinion because Taylor never speaks down on what she thinks, I'm confident in my work and explain what I mess up on because a girl I don't talk to anymore who I was friends with in 8th grade was the most confident person I knew, I'm not shy to try new styles of clothes because my best friend Josi never is, i tape and pin up things all over my walls because my friend Chloe does, I tell stories with tons of energy and giggles because thats how my sister always would, I drink matcha with soy milk because my friend Aly does and its really good, im a canvas filled with broken pieces of sea glass of every person who comes into my life.

[soulmaking]

Brian Teare, from "Genius Loci"

[leechteethwrites]

concept:it's 5pm in fall. our cats lounge next to the crackling fireplace. the day's sunlight has melted into shadow and October's rain falls hard, peeling earth in the backyard. our hands write poems we don't understand as you lean into kiss me. your lips are filled with tiny chunks of heaven, and you smile that damned marmalade smile. i've never been so happy.