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#poems about kissing
writerofscratch · 2 months
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皆の前パノプティコンでキスしよう
エミリー・メープル・ボーン
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let's kiss
in front of everyone
in the panopticon
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jellysshitpoems · 2 months
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Purification - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)
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lonely-night · 1 year
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you’re my sun
my moon
and all my stars
― e.e cummings
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allianne-answers · 6 months
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Allieeeeeeeee!!
[leans over her shoulder to see what she’s writing]
I missed you.
Mo
[squeaks and looks up at her]
Oh- Hi Mo! I missed you too.
[smiles and tries to subtly hide the paper from them]
How are you doing?
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foggyspecsonmynose · 6 days
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Mundane things that feel like art to me :
Long fingers playing piano, rough and big hands rubbing on moisturizer gently, nimble yet soft touches on the face, a sweet smile you give to someone and you realize that you are genuinely happy and feel beautiful because of them, someone playfully but carefully tugging on your hair to grab your attention, fast typing of the keyboard while words tumble out of your brain, that huge spark in those eyes of yours when you understood something you've been working on, little scribbles of lyrics and poems, when you put effort into something and work hard for it, the way you pause to look at trees, and kindness and smiles and hugs and soft gentle forehead and cheek kisses.
-Kaali
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blanketforcas · 7 months
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you show up on the set of your strange spn prequel/fanfic and you’re finally dean winchester again so a rainbow appears behind you. try as you might, you can’t escape it. everything you touch turns gay. you are jensen ackles.
your friend adam fergus is recording a video of his fans at a m&g telling you it’s okay to be straight. you put a hopeful gay little poem in your poetry book last year and you are wondering how you ended up here. you are misha collins.
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Frank O’Hara “Homosexuality” / Adrianne Lenker “Anything” / Trista Mateer “The dogs i have kissed” / Phoebe Bridgers “Waiting room” / Salma Deera “Letters from Medea” / Mary Oliver “Little crazy love song” / Sufjan Stevens “Cimmerian shade” / Richard Siken “I had a dream about you”
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me going insane over my gf and also some blorbos <3
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remuslupinlovebot · 2 months
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Regulus Black would so write poetry.
It would only happen every so often (he would be too embarrassed to admit he did it and only turned to his writing at his most desperate times). It would happen quietly and in the dark. With his mind racing and emotions flying through the walls, he would storm into his bed and wandlessly draw the curtains closed, hand automatically reaching under his pillow for the battered leather bound journal.
It would come naturally and the minute the ink hit the paper, the most incredible, heart wrenching, love tragic poems would pour out.
And 20 years later when everything worked out for him and he was living with the love of his life, James would find the journal tucked away in an old box. James knew he shouldn’t read it but can you blame him? What he didn’t expect however- was pages of pages of pure sonnets about Regulus’ love for James and how badly he wanted- needed- him. Regulus would walk in just as James closed the book, tears still streaming from his eyes and more in love than he may possibly has every been. Regulus would stand there stunned for atleast 2 minutes, both of them staring at eachother wordlessly. And with a beat, Regulus’ eyes narrowed, “Well… Don’t let it get to your head or anything, wanker”.
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widowshill · 3 months
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aldo cipullo for cartier + hadestown.
aldo cipullo, love bracelet, photographed by gary bernstein / hadestown, "chant II" / cartier love bracelet advertisement, 1970 / hadestown, "chant II" / cartier "nail" and "love" illustration for women’s wear daily / hadestown, "epic III" / cartier "nail" bracelet, a. cipullo, 1971
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local-seraph · 2 years
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(The Kiss of Judas, after Ludovico Carracci // Untilted poem by Clementine von Radics // Hannibal 2x13 "Mizumono" // The End of The Affair by Graham Greene // The Taking of Christ, Caravaggio // Pnin, Vladimir Nabokov // Hannibal 3x13 "Wrath of the Lamb")
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jules4opla · 7 months
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Pirate Boy
Pirate boy, you give life
Pirate boy, you're the dawn’s sun in my eyes
I dream of being the wind that graces your hair
but i’ll take the waves that crash against your ship
Pirate boy you lit a torch for me
chasing ambitions on your own two feet
assured me i could aspire and one day be
even after diverging paths
I still saw you in the fire you lit and I carried
you were fearless, but i was fearful,
your eyes seemed dry
but leaving, I was tearful
always knowing my love could be forever
but our moments, merely momentary
Pírate boy could you understand
why i stared for so long,
or how my mind wandered to other worlds
as I watched your ship sail away and on
with thoughts of how i could love you as your crew does
if i had such a liberty, such a privilege,
access to a frivolous fantasy
to forever hold the hand you picked me up with
your wanted poster updated
the papers describe the chaos you cause
your name and face in grand infamy
with an sincere smile, untainted by the years
as your bounty gets higher
my fondness grows wider
and my longing follows in strength
our routes will intersect once more
when my duty requires you an enemy
and i don’t know what i will do
about the official term of friend,
which we always knew to be temporary
i’ll meet you from the other side of a battlefield
instead of a sweet rendezvous after dark
i promised you that i’d be strong enough
but even with all of my dreaming,
and all of my training,
could the sea ever capture the sun?
Pirate boy, when i die let me be
the wind that pushes your ship
Pirate boy, could you think of me
just as i thought of you
when the moon rises at dusk
and it shines, aided by the sun
think of me as i thought of you
my dear pirate boy
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camillamaecaulay · 1 year
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for grace, after a party, frank o’hara
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meaningfall · 2 years
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C. A. Singh • I write poems about everyone I kiss
8-13-22
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babooshkart · 2 years
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a kitchen, wrecked with love
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charmyesucks · 6 months
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You know I'm not a big fan of this whole "having a body" thing, but then he kisses my lips like he can't stand to breathe oxygen that doesn't come from my lungs like he wants to drown in this taste for the rest of time like he will never get enough and kisses my body like he's the sacrifice to some God promising he'll melt a bit of himself on my skin with every kiss untill he's completely consumed and squeezes my head to his chest so tight I ask if he'd like to absorb me completely and he says he'd like to if he could so yeah it's alright sometimes I guess
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