#destiel poem

[deancaskiss]

waiting for you is like waiting for the sun to rise;

inevitable,

and yet standing on that hill,

watching the moon slip behind the clouds

as the warmth peeks out to replace the silver glow,

I feel like i’m waiting alone.

#poetry #poem #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #deancas #destiel poetry #destiel poem #personal poem #just me rambling thinking about destiel and weaving it through my own consciousness #I rarely post poetry like this because I always spend ages tweaking and formatting #but today is a raw poetry kinda day #anyway love yall #not sure I’m gonna tag anyone in this because it probably isn’t any good alsjlsks #I can picture dean sitting in the cold grass of a hill watching the sun start to crest over the horizon as he waits for cas #because cas is nature #and if dean sits here and waits. cas will come back. like the sun always rises again. #except this time cas doesn’t come back. the sun rises and sets. and cas doesn’t come back.

[nayeliq1]

Words Unheard

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Pendant to Castiel's poem

Fic based on the poems

#completely forgot to post this on here lol #destiel #destiel poem #destiel poetry #dean winchester #dean winchester pov #dean winchester poetry #castiel #destiel love confession #destiel fluff #spn #supernatural #supernatural fanfic #supernatural poetry #destiel fanfic #my poetry #my writing

[blue-eyed-cutiepatootie]

love incarnate

destiel poem wc. 53

you love

you are love incarnate

i know what love is because

you first loved me

you took this broken vessel

cast aside in disgust

and loved

it back together

piece by unlovable piece

i love

because i know you

saved by the love i stand in

drowning in it

i can breathe

#destiel poem #destiel poetry #liv wrote a thing #blueecp art #tuserpris #userjactingjoices #im a little rusty on the poetry its been a decade

[queerstudiesnatural]

Spn poetry month - Day 26: Dirt

@spnpoetryrenaissance​​

gardener dean is very important to me. and yes i think he has a lot of panic attacks when he’s no longer running on spite and adrenaline and finally lets his brain catch up to what he’s had to live through.

cw panic attack

Transcription under the cut

we got a garden, in spite of god

when i bought this house, i thought about how much you would love having a garden with flowers and bees and other annoying little living things it never once occurred to me that all that's yours would be mine that i would be getting a garden, too to grow tomatoes and fennel and strawberries to have a singular apple tree that bears small, barely eatable apples but that i still cherish like a part of me

we decided to try potatoes cut them up into segments and i dug a trench the stench of rotting flesh fills up the air in a bubble dirt and bones and meat surround me. past my bubble, the world falls away i am lying down now, next to the corpse, next to the worms that crawl up my nose and into my veins my lungs have decomposed and i will never breathe again. faintly, in the distance, a voice i am being pulled up now, out of my grave four years old in my mother's lap, unborn in an aquarium swimming, swimming, swimming inside myself shh, it's okay count backwards for me 50, 49, 48, 47, the worms crawl and crawl 46, 45, i think someone died, 44 43, focus on my breathing 42, 41, 40, 39, 38, 37, 36 my face is damp, has it been raining? or is it blood pouring out of my eyes? 35, 34, 33, 32, you're here but i can't see you i can smell you, though, and that's nice you smell better than the grave, 31, 30, 29 better than— 28, 27, 26 better than the corpse still lying somewhere behind me 25, 24, 23, you're right, there is no corpse 22, 21, 20, just dirt and potato segments that we cut up together, 19, and that are gonna grow strong for me to make croquettes and shepherd's pie. the worms are going away now. 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, i love you you're safe, i love you, 13, 12, 11, kiss me rise, fall, rise, fall, 10, 9, 8, no more burning, no more crawling 7, 6, 5, 4, it's just us and this house that you rebuilt for me for us, for our family, 3, 2, 1, i love you. stay with me.

i love my garden. i sit all day by my flower beds, my skin browning under the sun, and i have many more freckles (more places for you to kiss me). i don't dig the holes anymore, but i look at you turning over fresh soil your back glistening and packets of seeds at your feet and i can't help but think i've made it. maybe my chest gets tight sometimes, and maybe the smell of death still finds its way under my skin but i count backwards, and i listen for your voice, and i know that this is real. i know i can hold your hand, and cook us dinner i know i can drape myself around your back, even with my naked chest, even with sweat and dirt and coffee breath i know that we will have strawberries in the spring. i laugh at god, to know we are surrounded by alive things.

#rain posts #rain.writing #spnpoetryrenaissance #dean winchester #dean winchester poetry #dean winchester poem #spn #spn poetry #spn poem #poetrynatural #poemnatural #spnpoetry #spn poetry month #supernatural #supernatural poetry #supernatural poem #destiel poem #destiel poetry #destiel

[blanketforcas]

because this post gave me brain worms

#destiel #destiel poetry #destiel poem #my writing #my poetry #15x09 the trap

[stillwinchester]

destiel poetry, I guess

#destiel #supernatural #spn #castiel #dean winchester #deancas #cas #destiel poetry #destiel poem #poem #ficlet #fic #destiel fic #writing #my writing #mine

[sarija]

Forever

Once upon a hunt, two hearts entwine,

A hunter named Dean and an angel divine.

Castiel's grace and Dean's hunting skill,

Together they fought with a force to thrill.

Their bond grew stronger with every fight,

Feelings they couldn't ignore or slight.

One fateful day, they both confessed,

With a kiss, their love was truly blessed.

But obstacles came as ever so true,

Heaven and Hell against them, what to do?

Sacrifices made and secrets kept,

Their love was worth it, they never wept.

A giant Hellhound came, causing alarm,

Snatching away Castiel from Dean's arms.

A deal with Crowley, the King of Hell,

To find his love, Dean couldn't dwell.

Through the fight, Dean's love was the key

He rescued Castiel, set him free.

With the Hellhound gone and love intact,

Their bond forever, they'll never lack.

Through every trial, they'll stand as one,

A hunter and his angel, forever young.

Their love a force that cannot be tamed,

Together they'll hunt, forever proclaimed.

Written in January 2023

#destiel #spn fiction #spn poem #destiel poem #destiel is canon #Love

[magickastiel]

destiel drabble event hosted by @deancaskiss

day four - memories

(i hope you like angsty widower arc poems!)

#sorry i know a poem isn't actually drabble but it is in the word limit so that's something!! #destiel poem #spn poetry #destiel #dreamydrabble

[obsessionofspn]

I wish I still had the scar

Your touch branded on my skin

But all I have is a bloody hand print

On an old shirt

I wish your last touch would have stained my skin

I am lost

I am lost

Without your touch

Without you

I am lost

#destiel #destiel poem #spn poem #poetry #ang.txt #castiel #dean winchester #deancas #spn #15x18 #november 5th #the 5th

[hells-plaid-angel]

POETRY MONTH Day 27: Bodies 

A poem for early season Castiel, reflecting on what it’s like to have a body as an angel (Erdrich Horror) the size of the Chrysler building while toying with religious imagery. I also thought it would be interesting to explore the idea of Dean almost instantly ‘renaming’ Castiel- ‘Cas’ as the suffix ‘iel’ generally means ‘of God’. So one of the first things Dean did was strip him of his holiness, and Cas, angel of the lord, more or less rolled with it. 

@spnpoetryrenaissance

#spnpoetryrenaissance #spn #spn meta #spn poetry #spn poetry month #supernatural #CAS #castiel #castiel novak #dean #dean winchester #destiel #deancas #destiel poetry #destiel poem #i'm back at it again #being sacrilegious #trueform cas #myspnpr

[deancaskiss]

~ angel

#poem #poetry #destiel poetry #destiel poem #destiel #spn #supernatural #scottstiles #becauseofthebowties #creativecaviar #emeraldcas #useranny #userda #tusersana #feathersforcas #thisisapaige #deanncastiel #useralison #spxcekya #usermoogs

[outofthecavern]

#I wrote this in college #only good thing to come from that class #destiel #Destiel poem #cavern drabble #caverns fics #destiel fic #deancas #deancas fic #supernatural #spn #castiel #dean winchester #my fics

[dean-mikaelson]

Into the Breach by Ocean Vuong

#dean winchester #destiel #castiel #deancas #destiel poem #poem

[itwasnightwhenyoudied]

stay

poemnatural, deancas, the confession, the empty takes cas, s15e18, angst, cas loves dean, dean doesn't say it back, until he does, dean POV.

.

Don't do this...

.

(Stay!

Don't give in...

Stay!

Don't give up...

Stay!

Don't go there...

Stay!

Don't leave me...

Stay!

Don't say it...

Stay!)

.

I love you! 

(But you're gone)

.

#stay #deancas #destiel #destiel poem #destiel fic #in verse #spn #spn poem #spn poetry #poemnatural #turbowrites #turboheller

[c3l3stialslut]

purgatory poem

-

reaching for you through the grey

begging for you to take my hand

you smile at me and say

"let me go"

and just like that i know

-

is it too late for us now,

sat alone in silence

asking myself how

how could i do that to you

leave you to fight that burden meant for two

-

your face frozen in my mind

so into the depths of my melancholy mind I sink

trying forever to find

a reason as to why

why all i see are your eyes staring at me, as blue as the july sky

#destiel poem #dean winchester #castiel #first time writing poetry #i need a piss

[67btardisstreet]

Destiel Poem: Blue Eyes

I never said this to you,

Because I’m very bad at showing you how I feel.

But please believe that everything I am about to say,

Is nothing else but real.

My mother died when I was four years old.

That was when I learned that life ain’t fair. 

My father had to take care of my brother and I.

Though it felt like he was never there.

My dad taught me about the creatures,

The monsters that steer through the night.

I grew up learning to never show any sign of pain,

And to always be ready for a fight.

I lost my father years after,

Just when I thought my family was back together.

It was then that I had learned,

To never trust the heaven and it’s weather.

But the worst pain I had ever felt,

Was when I had to watch my brother die.

So I traded my life for his,

And said the world my own good-bye.

I survived forty years in hell,

The unbearable heat still burning on my skin. 

I tried so hard to resist their torture,

But after thirty years, I give in.

I am trying to make you understand,

A small part of the things I have been going through,

And how all of that got a little bit better,

The minute that I met you.

So Cass, what I am really trying to say,

Is that all my life, I’ve lived underneath cloudy skies.

But that all of that is forgotten,

The moment I look up into your eyes.

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Reposting this Destiel poem again that I wrote some years ago! :) Still pretty proud of it to be honest. If you like my work, please check out my instagram account @thegardenofpoetry! I don't post Supernatural poems there, just regular poems, but the style is the same!

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #destiel poem #poetry