#modern love poems

[morningsaidthemoon]

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

[constanzarte]

Charles Ernest Butler, Siegfried und Brunnhilde

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of july

knar gavin strindberg grey

dahlia ravikovitch the love of an orange (tr. chana bloch)

danez smith summer, somewhere

hannah gamble your invitation to a modest breakfast: “your invitation to a modest breakfast”

claire schwartz lecture on the history of the house

joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: “a part of speech”

ralph angel twice removed: “alpine wedding”

bob hicok insomnia diary: “spirit ditty of no fax-line dial tone”

caleb klaces language is her caravan

philip good & bernadette mayer alternating lunes

hester knibbe light-years (tr. jacquelyn pope)

tracy k. smith life on mars: “the universe as primal scream”

rigoberto gonzález other fugitives and other strangers: “the strangers who find me in the woods”

stephen edgar murray dreaming

james schuyler other flowers: uncollected poems: “light night”

amy beeder because our waiters are hopeless romantics

diane seuss backyard song

tomás q. morín love train

safiya sinclair the art of unselfing

carol muske-dukes skylight: “the invention of cuisine”

peter gizzi the outernationale: “vincent, homesick for the land of pictures”

william matthews selected poems and translations, 1969-1991: “onions”

c.k. williams butcher

mark mccloskey the smell of the woods

jennifer chang the age of unreason

richard blanco city of a hundred fires: “contemplations at the virgin de la caridad cafeteria, inc.”

bob hicock the pregnancy of words

j. allyn rosser impromptu 

carl phillips then the war

stephanie young ursula or university: “essay”

gloria e. anzaldúa the new speakers

kofi

[demigod-of-the-agni]

kurunthokai, 168 — “what the hero said to his heart”

[nwarrior777]

Remember i said i writing a poem

[e-mptyflowerfields]

I’d crawl into his ribcage if he let me, like Leonardo DiCaprio in The Revenant, I’d curl up in him like he was a dead horse and I was desperate for warmth

[laurachouettepoetry]

Let your love bleed all over those pages;  in the end, all it can be is a work of art  (- but never a mistake). - Laura Chouette (Profound Reverie, 2023)

[cocobeanhoney]

"I've a Spotify playlist named after you"

That's just a modern version of ancient love.

[introspectivememories]

NICO: WE SHARED THE LIFT THIS MORNING! I WAS GOING TO THE POOL TRAMPOLINE WITH MY TWO DAUGHTERS AND HE WAS GOING TO THE RACETRACK. PINKHAM: VERY DIFFERENT LIVES YOU'RE CURRENTLY LEADING.

[maryhale1]

A modern witches cozy evening

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In the twilight's gentle, glowing hue,

A witch stirs her brew in a cauldron anew,

Not in a forest dark or a cavern deep,

But in a loft where secrets keep.

The city hums with distant light,

Her windows bathed in silver night,

She sets her herbs on marble cool,

And whispers spells with practiced rule.

Her cat, a shadow on velvet paws,

Curled by the hearth, extends its claws,

A modern witch with timeless lore,

Mixes tea on the kitchen floor.

Crystal vials on shelves arranged,

Books of magic, slightly changed,

Electronics hum with mystic grace,

As runes glow bright on an iPad's face.

Candles flicker with fragrant charm,

Warding off the evening's harm,

She reads the stars through skylight clear,

The cosmos speaks, she holds it near.

Incense curls in phantom swirls,

As she braids her hair in raven twirls,

With each knot, a promise made,

Of peace and love, in twilight's shade.

No cackling, no hissing spite,

Just warmth and wisdom in the night,

A cozy evening, witch's way,

Where ancient magic meets today.

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[cloudsandtrails]

Sunsets are magic,

Sunsets are my favorite—

Sunset therapy.

[lunarhode]

i was born to yearn like a gentle hand was meant to pet a dog

[ltash]

My poem dedicated for Ghost.

I walked as a non believer in your love's journey,

No destination, no string to pull me,

I became a gypsy in your love, in your love.

I live like a wanderer my heart is wandering around,

Where will my wandering soul take me?

Its like a smoke its like a pray,

Its a melody of silence,

Dried river, dried resources only my eyes are wet,

I am spread like sand, thanks to the ground you gave me.

To these scars on my moon face, you are the cure.

Oh my love I became a gypsy in your love,

With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

[behindscenes-identity]

Cuplet - Animals

Two swans swimming in a lake, wing to wing;

The lone kakapo sings and sings it's song for oh so long.

Two wolves howling at the moon, pelts flushed together:

The single fox trots by, it's fur like noneother.

Two beavers smacking their tails in unison;

The one platypus lacking any flaw in design.

Under the alter, saying "I do", passion burning in their eyes;

Yet my words falter, for there is no trait within me that leaves yearning.

Each and every human is loveable and exquisite,

So why is it that out of multiples, I am so dull.

Maybe I am not human; for it's so alien of me,

To be less loveable than all these animals you have seen.

[cryinginmelodrama]

Mad Girl's Love Song , A Villanelle - Sylvia Plath

[lovediariesofanintrovert]

I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart