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#poems about love
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Love should not be singularised, degraded or underestimated.
It should be felt, inhaled and cried.
It should not be about finding one true love, but about living a life full of love.
Sophie Hagen 23/04/2024
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fixing-bad-posts · 12 days
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lord who does roughly end me, lave here, lust, and press sutures to me.
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ecoamerica · 20 days
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trickstersaint · 4 months
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canines // december 10 2023
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reachingperihelion · 6 months
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the earth wrote stories of you.
your hand in mine, our lips together, my hands on your waist, sliding down your thighs in reverent awe, breath passing between us full of love and lust and hope and forever.
you were written for me, and i'll hold you tightly in gratitude.
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imfullofworms · 10 months
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withlovemegxo · 5 months
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In a world post you:
I will not beg for someone’s attention
Will not sit by my phone waiting
While someone stares at theirs ignoring my existence
like I am a pawn in their game
a blind mouse in their thesis project
I will not give more of myself
than is deserved than is earned
much like respect I require effort
I am not a consolation prize nor a blue ribbon
I am so much more than anything that can be won
I will not lay at anyone’s feet begging for table scraps
like the stray brought in by the heroic master
I cut the strings you used to puppeteer me and now I am free
Like the wind in spring
Or during a hurricane
You cannot bottle me up
I am not something anyone can claim
I will never be the person I was before I met you
Nor the person I was with you
My edges have become sharp
like the knife you left in my spine
like the pieces of my heart that lay shattered
in the floorboard of my car
on the ground of your parking lot
and on the bottoms of your shoes
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btsbabe7 · 4 months
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Forever writing about the type of love I crave, but have yet to experience.
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coffeexxcigarettes · 1 month
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Extinguish
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I fear I am made of
The fractured sins of my parents.
Reflected back at me,
Pushing the current to the surface.
In moments of silence;
In moments of solitude.
To be told I am kind,
I am thoughtful,
Goes against my nature
When I long for the soul
Of that which does not belong to me;
Can never belong to me.
If I am called beautiful
By several
My body shakes as embers spark.
Remember who you are.
I've destroyed more people than I can bare to admit.
Their kindness haunts me in ways similar to that of
An endlessly beating heart
Beneath my floorboards.
Can't you hear it, my love?
I believe I was always made for chaos,
Unintentional violence,
Agonizing compassion-
Barely able to stomach when my flames would
Pull another to destruction.
...And then there was you.
x
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waitingforthesunrise · 9 months
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being loved: a collaboration (convo) between me and @paysomeonetopaysomeone (italics)
I always believed I could love like this but never have it returned.
loving? loving is breathing. being needed? that’s like drinking water (i don’t like it but i do it anyway). but being loved? that’s like. impossible and yet. here you are
being needed? I crave it like the sun (something I can never get enough of) (it feels like peace when you do it right) (like your scars are letters now) (and they are all spelling the truth you couldn't find) but being loved? you make me believe it.
being needed? i need it to survive. but being loved? it makes me want to.
being needed? (I have to live) being loved? (I get to). being needed? (I have a purpose) being loved? (I am one).
being needed? i tasted it and wanted more. i drank the bottle and found that it was poison. being loved? you try to draw the poison from my lips. i’m so afraid you’ll be able to. i’m so sure i will not let you.
being loved? I wanted to be needed instead. it was easier. I learned the tricks of needing but was helpless in love -- it couldn't be placated -- it couldn't be shaped or rescued -- i only know how to try, and love says (beloved) (you) (have done enough). I cry out (but I can do more) and love replies: you are enough.
love replies: you are enough. being needed means i can’t believe it. being loved says, one day. one day you will.
I found my love lay in being needed an easing pain, because love requires you to admit that there is a pain in your soul you cannot heal. need grasps for more; love gives it back. I wanted to be needed becasue I had felt like too much for so long. I believed I had to be less for love, but love said: stay. as you are. rest. (and I did not know how).
i know how to be needed. i know what to give. but being loved? being loved is needing.
being loved is to realize you do not know what is it is to be content, only empty. being loved is to feel dirty and broken and wholly held. being loved is to understand nothing but that you are somehow adored. being loved is to realize the parts of you have hidden are what is adored.
being loved is slowly being filled up when all you’ve known is how to be empty. being loved is smashing locks with rocks because you threw away the key long ago, but they find away to open your heart anyway. being loved is terrifying. being loved is living.
being loved is burying the key so you will never have to reveal your emptiness. being loved is someone opening your heart with softness and finding it worthy. the key was their smile. the key was their heart. being loved is saying i have nothing. being loved is hearing but you are everything. being loved is to say take it all, and to hear in reply: I am not hear to take, but to give.
being loved is clenching your hand into a fist and having your fingers pried open gently, your palm put to rest against a vital heart. being loved is feeling again. being loved is being told you are the world. being loved is knowing that no. no. they are.
being loved is when they see your pieces and kiss them gently and put them against each other so that they can grow back together
being loved is to understand yes. yes. we are a world. being loved is to understand you are loved despite the knife in your hand. being loved is to put the knife down. being loved is to feel someone kiss your tears away. being loved is to cry out and stand answered. being loved is to hide, only to realize you have given them the map. being loved to is be known.
being loved is to be known. and being known is terrifying. being loved is terrifying. beauty is terror. being loved is beautiful
being loved is standing in front of their water and trying to drink their poison but seeing them throw their poison away so that you can’t touch it.
being loved is to realize your entire life you were asked, what is beauty? and you whispered: terror. being loved is to be told that you are safe. being loved is to realize the terrors are far. being loved is to realize that all along, you. were the terror. and you are found beautiful, and you have been trying to atone for your terrors your whole existence. being loved is to tear your own soul in apogies for exsiting so loudly. being loved is for someone to find you a song. being loved is to hear, what atonement? I know only your eyes
being loved is a song. being loved is the space between the words. being loved is touching your soul and finding it full. raising your hand and drawing flowers on your arms. touching the wind and breathing it in. being loved is tender.
Being loved is to sing. being loved is for someone to see your scars as words, words, words of your bravery. being loved is to be brave. being loved is to be held in your emptiness. being loved is to flinch for the blow that never comes. being loved is to reach out to the darkness and find you were always holding the light. being loved is for someone to touch your heart and say, glory. glory. and to whisper but there is so much pain — and to hear, glory is love in the darkness you fought through. to be loved is to be broken and glorious. being loved is crying because love does not taste like a knife.
I love you.
I love you too.
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thebooknurse · 4 months
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I wonder if I’ll ever meet the “you”
Whom I talk about in my poetry
Maybe someday I will
Maybe you’ll look at me
See all of my heart I poured out
Before knowing your face
Or even your name
How much of myself I poured out
Waiting for you
-TB Nurse
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fixing-bad-posts · 2 months
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lakeside, immortal // an anomaly - you / might be a person or a god / or some trauma to want / you are an intrinsic desire / Living / Dying / miserable / you / this has no happy ending / you you you you
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trickstersaint · 9 days
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i like to say that aromanticism is like experiencing shrimp emotions // april 9 2024
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reachingperihelion · 6 months
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i am going to plant seeds under every inch of your skin with my lips, my hands shielding you from the harsh world. i think i want nothing more than to be your elements, your sun, your rain, your clouds. i think i want to watch flowers bloom from your heart, leaves waving when you smile, while i sit and think you are the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.
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imfullofworms · 1 month
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A broken cup
is this heart
of mine, lying
on its side and
leaking, the table
dripping
to the floor and
not a drop of
super glue
in this damned
home
by me
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poetrybynoone · 8 days
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boopydoopydoop · 21 days
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I don't Need You
I don't need you, my love.
you're not my missing piece.
I'm not a house to fixer-up,
And bind you with a lease.
your not a magic potion,
to solve my every woe.
when things change for the better,
its together that we'll grow.
you're my equal and my partner,
for whatever's thrown our way.
you're the smile on my face,
at the end of a long day.
so I wanted you to know:
while I hope we never part,
I don't need you dear,
I want you here.
to love with all my heart.
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