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#poems for steve rogers
lavenderpanic · 7 months
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I am way too invested in Stucky and probably overreacting about the whole poll thing but I find it so gross that OFMD fans (just the ones who have been overly antagonistic, I'm sure most of you guys are just happy and supporting a ship that you like) have been mocking Stucky fans for shipping something that was never made canon because I think that's genuinely what makes Stucky such a beautiful ship. In the face of homophobia, the homophobia of Steve and Bucky's universe and of ours, thousands of people have found love and beauty and have created entire works of literature and enduring quotes and defined an era of media consumption in the face of the queerbaiting epidemic of the 2010's. I PROMISE YOU, you would not have your queer pirate show without the overwhelming love that fandom spaces showed for queer relationships in the 2010's, and particularly without the love that fans have for Steve and Bucky.
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just-prime · 2 months
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My finger slipped
This is nothing more than a short poem I wrote with the express intention of trying to get my friend to cry in class why they were watching Captain America : The First Avenger.
I have no excuse
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writeyourdarlings · 4 months
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A little poem I wrote about Steve (and maybe a bit stucky) to close the year of 2023. 🩵
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Dear Steve,
You always forget your umbrella
Wrapping hands inside your coat, waving to stop a yellow cab
Don't fight the East Coast wind; you can't
Let today be rain
Must give someone else's tonight a bless
An America's favourite hero now a wet street somewhere in Brooklyn
Tell me
How a grand transition does to your existence,
how a soul bleed yet loved by so many
Wouldn't you just want to stay grounded, and leave everything behind?
For month has changed and years have passed by
When winter ends, a man lost his bestfriend
Long before he knows his road is steeply rise
Thousands butterfly are floating freely above his head
You try to fathom the crowds at 50th street,
heard Kitty Kallen on the radio singing,
"There's so much I feel that I should say."
So you,
count up one to three,
scrolling down on your phone, forget to pay the bills
"How are you, Buck?"
Sometimes you feel like, words are way too overdue
and wishes are mud thick
But as the Times Square ball drops,
you chase the burn in the back of your eyelids,
and whisper to yourself
"Buck, I wish we share the same poem..."
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blurbspeak · 1 year
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quotes i need someone to turn into natasha romanoff fics bc i’m not talented enough to:
“i wonder which will get you killed faster, you’re loyalty… or your stubbornness?” - unknown
“did you ever kill something good for you just to be certain you’re the reason you can’t have it?”
“when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off of knives” - lauren eden
“you’re not a bad person for the ways in which you tried to kill your sadness” - unknown
“some of us are glass, we shatter when we are dropped. some of us are paper, we tear when we are pulled. some of us are rocks, we split when we are forced. but some of us are stones in the ocean, we don’t have cause for our wear, we are not shattered, or torn or split. but we are damaged just as much” - unknown
“i have licked the fire and danced on the ashes of every bridge i ever burned. i fear no hell from you” - nicole lyons
“something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern” - haruki murakami
“i looked at everyone and wondered where they come from, who they missed, and what they were sorry for” - johnathon safran foer
“i have manipulated everyone who has ever fallen in love with me to fall in love with me. and that either makes me a very good liar, on a very unlovable person” - sade andria zabala
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steviesunrises · 2 years
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– Lines from Mookie Katigbak-Lacuesta's poem, As Far as Cho-Fu-Sa.
For @steverogersweek Day 7: Favorite Quote.
The whole poem can be found under the cut
As Far as Cho-Fu-Sa by Mookie Katigbak-Lacuesta
“If you are coming down the narrows of the river Kiang,
Let me know beforehand and I will come out to meet you
As far as Cho-Fu-Sa.” –Ezra Pound
What I am ever is this: composure of stone.
Spare weather, visiting the garden, small as the hours
I keep watch by. Beyond this wall
must be better weathers. This claw of stars
must constellate somewhere into a bear,
else names would lie.
Since winter’s thaws, no script from you
save this: I travel the river and follow
the white gulls.
Husband. See me walking the dusty pass
where loom our prior lives?
Here the years pass that I enshrine
within these walls, sparing nothing
from the ardors of my stare: blue plums
paired butterflies repeat you
in a walled world. I tell myself
to clear the moss, mend the gate
so long unswayed and caked with dirt
but nothing moves. Somewhere
you are actual. Happen to me there.
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whimsicalfeelings · 4 months
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train
I watched you fall.
I remember
because after you fell
they wanted me to
rise.
How could I?
I watched you fall.
I fell with you too.
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lbibliophile-mcu · 2 years
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The Masks They Wear
Names like jewellery - the Black Widow
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She carries a collection of names and faces in her purse, and checks her reflection in passing widows: Today, is she 'Natalie' or 'Nicole', or 'Natasha'?
Revision - Captain America
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He was shocked when he saw how his legend has changed, twisted to fit the times. Good thing the serum made him a fast study.
Building masks - Tony "Iron Man" Stark
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He has shown a mask since he was a child, growing to match its curves until he forgot his own face. Now, he'll shape his mask from metal.
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For: Whumptober 2022 - Day 15, Day 13, Alt 7: Lies, Dislocation, Protective @steverogersbingo - E5: "Not a soldier but a good man" @tonystarkbingo - T5: Captain America
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granatkoroleva · 11 months
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𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
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The beauty and allure of the oceans depths
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Created for my ficlet poem Ocean Eyes
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rusted-soldier · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: poem, Poetry, Captain America: The First Avenger, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, sorry i'm not sure how to tag this so i am just going by what i was thinking of when i made it, Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Hydra (Marvel) Summary:
Bucky and Steve will always be together, no matter what.
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inmybook · 2 years
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PART OF THE JOURNEY IS THE END.
-Tony stark , Avengers:Endgame
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pigtailedgirl · 2 years
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Poem In your Pocket day. It’s a thing my Mom was big on and I miss her and want to carry it forward. 
What’s some of your favs?
Here’s one that makes me think of Steve Rogers and I also really love the heart of.
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starkskypines · 2 years
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Only One Bed
Swoon June 2022 Day 15: Alt Prompt 5: Only One Bed
Marvel 
Tony Stark/Steve Rogers
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i’m not gonna offend your delicate sensibilities, cap
not even gonna sleep tonight
gotta fix the damage to the suit and see what jarvis can track down
you need the rest because you’re deserving of good things i’ve slept for seventy years i’m fine
you can fix the suit but i can monitor jarvis
just show me what to do 
tell me how to live in this crazy world 
  i guess if you want to monitor you can
i’ll make some coffee but cap
you should really get some sleep those bags aren’t designer
please sleep so i can stop hiding how much i want to touch you you look even worse, tony–
is that blood? get over here sit down
you need sleep if you haven’t even noticed the pain
i care too much to see you collapse tomorrow i don’t need sleep. just a bandage.  and stitches. don’t argue.  i know my body. i’m fine.  you’re a fucking liar. did you just curse? america’s golden boy? 
this outta be in the history books it’d really shake things up. 
ow hey watch the needle mr america 
gentle touch, soft blue eyes, upward twist of the lips–shit there. now you’re all bandaged and ready for bed. 
no tony no arguing. jarvis backs me up. you sleep in the bed.
i need you to be in fighting shape tomorrow
i can’t do this without you why can’t you see that  sleep with me then, steve. the bed’s big enough for both of us
surely you huddled close in your army days
don’t overthink it steve, just let me be greedy  i did and in much worse conditions. 
this is the height of luxury but i really don’t need sleep
he called me steve he called me steve he called me steve well then lie down beside me and get some sleep
i don’t bite. unless you like that. 
he’s getting in the bed and oh my god our shoulders are touching mmh maybe not the first time we sleep together
he’s blushing he looks so cute our shoulders are touching oh so there’s going to be more?
god when he smiles i could die happy in this bed with him just go to sleep, tony.  Tony wakes wrapped in strong arms and warm breath against his cheek. 
Steve wakes with Tony’s hand combing through his hair.
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stuckyfingers · 2 months
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Autumn and Spring Come early for the queer tree Its branches bend, its leaves ring softly in the queer breeze The twigs wave faintly, its brush bounds weakly But it flowered not meekly
Axe and its swing Come early for the queer tree Its branches bend, its leaves shudder with a queer breeze The twigs fall faintly- thrush and crane flee As a lumberjack makes it kneel
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allysonthepoet · 6 months
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Yes I am still writing about my old situationship
Same brown eyes that I used to look into
Same bed, but I am no longer next to you
Same eyes that always used to wonder looking for an escape
I still have the same bad habits because I'll never turn you away
If my heart had to shatter, I hope it stays that way
How much more damage can you do, you already made me break
One last night to pick up my dignity off the floor and pretend I can build you into a better man with my pieces
One last night of not knowing when our last night will truly be
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