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helloliriels · 1 year

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Starstruck

I used to be quite drawn to stars

And taken by their endless light

Would map them out for hours and hours

Knowing

. Their points

Could keep me right.

.

And with their constant

Tried and true

Relied upon them day by day

Until the day …

. When I met you.

.

Can you really,

. Be in wonder?

.

That you over

. Wrote

That space?

.

Replacing data overnight.

.

The heavens had

. just come to me.

. A brilliant light,

I could adore …

.

A miracle

Fueled by

. Milk

And

. Tea.

.

For no celestial body

Could ever be …

As fascinating,

. … As yours.

.

100 words for @flashfictionfridayofficial 💜

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#bbc sherlock #johnlock #johnlock poetry #sherlock poetry #flash fic friday #fff193 #sherlock poem #sherlock pov #liriels poetry

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zingaplanet · 8 months

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Here dwell together still two men of note

Who never lived and so can never die:

How very near they seem, yet how remote

That age before the world went all awry.

But still the game's afoot for those with ears

Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo:

England is England yet, for all our fears—

Only those things the heart believes are true.

A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane

As night descends upon this fabled street:

A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,

The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.

Here, though the world explode, these two survive,

And it is always eighteen ninety-five.

- 221b, poem by Vincent Starrett

#appreciation post to my ultimate love of arthur conan doyle's works #and my all time favourite poem!#granada holmes #victorian holmes #sherlock holmes #acd #holmes #sherlock #johnlock #holmes and watson #poetry #literature

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lxvenderjewel · 29 days

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my dear, my perfect darling my love, my one and only my yellow tulip. i have picked up a small case, watson.

what is it?

i’m buying you some diphylleia. something trivial, nothing to interest you. i’ll be going out to look at some flowers.

what for, holmes?

i hold you in my deepest mauve carnations. i believe i will find some clues there.

why haven’t i heard of this case?

it doesn’t exist i am lying i am making you a a mulberry i didn’t think it would interest you, watson.

hmm. well, you must tell me about it later.

i cannot you would hate me i cannot bear that a daffodil. of course.

what particularly about flowers?

shit shit shit shit a purple hyacinth. flower language.

hmm.

he knows he knows he cannot know how would he clovenlip toadflax. mm. i will see you.

don’t be late for dinner.

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cassiopoet · 6 days

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Chapped

We were never going to work

like chapped lips

I lick mine and kiss yours;

it only made things worse.

4/11/24 via @cassiopoet

art is mine :]

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diver5ion · 11 months

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The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - R. Frost

#elementary #sherlock holmes #joan watson #remembered to finish the ep #and yep i last gif'd it ten years ago #but it still hits #jonny lee miller #lucy liu #//#poetry #hm #the other bits of that poem has a small horse in it

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claudia-kishi · 1 year

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It's not just for anyone, but I thought it was very you.

#elementary #elementaryedit #elementasquee #rjs*: new #dead man's switch #ele s1 #sherlock holmes #joan watson #brotp: you and i are bound #i think about this poem and this scene 24.7 quite literally #like how am i supposed to move on as a person from this

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lisbeth-kk · 3 months

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Sherlock fandom

Black Velvet

One of the many things John loved about their relationship, was when Sherlock read aloud to him.

That voice!

It reminded John of black and lush velvet. Elegant, posh, exquisite. Just like the man himself. Sherlock scoffed of course when John mentioned it.

“Don’t be ridiculous, John! You can’t compare a baritone voice with fabric. And no, I’m not going to read the phone book to you to prove that you’ll enjoy that just as much as poetry and novels.”

John just smiled lovingly, utterly besotted with this gorgeous man, now sharing his bed. Their bed. He interlaced his fingers with Sherlock’s and squeezed.

“What do you have for us tonight, then?” John asked.

“Poetry. Unknown author. Anonymous,” Sherlock answered.

Was his voice shaking slightly?

“Alright. I’m all ears,” John said and made himself comfortable against the pillows, still holding Sherlock’s hand.

“It’s called Take my hand,” Sherlock murmured before he cleared his throat and started to recite the poem in question.

I am leading you along a dangerous path but you always follow

Your courage is my safety net

No matter how deep I fall, you’re there to catch me

Never allowing me to hit the ground

The sun never shines as bright as you do

When you are guiding me with your glow

I know I will get it the right

My conductor of light

Come, take my hand, be mine

Because I would be lost without you

John didn’t know when he’d started crying, or clenching Sherlock’s hand so hard it hurt.

“Sherlock,” was all he was able to utter, the lump in his throat was too thick and aching for anything else.

Sherlock looked down at him with an uncertain look and John couldn’t bear that look, so he lifted his other hand to stroke Sherlock’s cheek. Relief washed over that beloved face, and he bent down to catch John’s lips. The kiss was sweet, tender and John tried to convey all he was unable to say at this moment into that kiss. He knew Sherlock would feel it.

I love you more than I can ever tell you

You are the moon to my sun

My everything

I was so lost when we met

And you saved me

Every second I am with you is precious

Every minute without you

I feel like drowning

I will take your hand and be yours

From now on and till the end of time

@flashfictionfridayofficial @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @a-victorian-girl @safedistancefrombeingsmart @gregorovitchworld @raina-at @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @phoenix27884 @sabsi221b @peanitbear @7-percent @ninasnakie

#flash fiction friday #sherlock fandom #sherlock #john watson #johnlock #bbc sherlock #poems and poetry #FFF238 #take my hand

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watsonsdetective · 24 days

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Just learned about the existence of this poem written by Vincent Starrett in 1942. I'm always so happy when I can learn more about the Sherlockian fandom and discover more of Sherlockiana.

#And it is always 1895 #the private life of sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes #john watson #vincent starrett #221b poem #poem #poetry #Sherlockiana

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strrynigghts · 6 months

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consultjohnwatson · 4 months

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whats your favorite poem?

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Sugars are sweet,

But @consult-sherlockholmes may only take two!!

#john watson replies #poem #original poem #sherlock #sherlock roleplay #sherlock rp #bbc sherlock

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helloliriels · 2 years

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Coffee and then, Coffee

by helloliriels

We ran around, late in to night -

barely stopping,

barely breathing.

Quick ready laughter

touched

Our sides.

.

Can't recall

the last time I

genuinely laughed

before.

Had I?

Had you?

Carefree?

.

You drank coffee,

I drank tea.

.

A crack and then,

the man was down.

You kneeling to catch

hands

in cuffs -

breath

in huffs.

Exhilarating -

Me and you,

You and me.

.

If I had feelings,

you'd be

the first

to see.

.

You grab a coffee,

I order tea.

.

Sorry I can't do a double.

Another mistake.

They thought

that

you and I

Were

mine and me?

You protest again, yet

I say

nothing.

What is it people -

unobservant,

see?

"Something sweet for you two, then?"

"Black, no sugar"

"Tea, yes. Three."

.

The frequency changed

Why, you can't say...

Your eyes they catch

mine

Looking back;

They lock together

Constantly.

The air electric

Radiates.

A sudden gruff

avoidance starts.

You seem to be ...

Angry with me?

.

Frustration sounds,

In every huff.

In every snark.

In every bite:

Coffee,

And then,

Coffee.

.

And still

Here I

Sip tea.

.

It's over now.

The villain caught.

the risk I took

too readily...

Will you bark?

Will you bite?

.

Your eyes,

they shine back

dangerously.

.

Curious.

He ... ?

.

I raise a hand

to ask - on guard;

You're straining now

against a force -

A force that's not

unknown to me...

.

You take my cup;

When next I move.

Expecting rage

Not sympathy.

.

"there's sugar there"

"know that, ta!"

"but you...?"

I pause,

and blink -

"Coffee?"

.

I fixate on:

Your lips,

Your eyes,

The cup that's raised.

The white of teeth.

.

You're sipping then

hold smooth a while -

a while and then,

hand back to me.

.

"You know, I tried," you say,

"I tried - "

But I deduce:

"You like the tea?"

You nod and then

hear myself say

a thought aloud:

"Well then,

kiss me."

.

Amazed.

by the

simplicity,

we shift

from

I

and

You

to

WE

.

posted on AO3 3/18/2021

audio recording available on SoundCloud by helloliriels

#coffee #tea code #sherlock #johnlock #sherlock poetry #sherlock poem #helloliriels #SoundCloud

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england-would-fall · 6 months

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for my beloved @melanie75851150

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john-smiths-jawline · 7 months

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Sherlock: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- John: I wrote you a poem. Sherlock, already crying: You did?

#sherlock holmes #john watson #johnlock #incorrect quotes #johnlock incorrect quotes #john's poem is super sappy and it's the kind sherlock would scoff at if anyone wrote it but john #but at the end he's crying in john's lap #baby behavior tbh

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lxvenderjewel · 20 days

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front row

sometimes i wake up itching to tell an audience somewhere about our little world

and all the new things that we’ve done since last they saw us, like a tv show from their past

and then i walk in to our living room, and look around for a moment, and realize

you left our world a long time ago and i’m the only one sitting in an empty front row.

#johnlock #um. yeah #poetry #mlm poem #mlm poetry #gay #johnlock poetry #what fandom did i. write this for???#bbc sherlock #sherlock and co #sherlock holmes #john watson #vanny writes poetry and songs for her own enjoyment #i am not. ready for sherlock and co hiatus #you KNOW what i mean #i'm not ready at all

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bootyshitter · 18 days

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poem about anything except Gotham

Poem about the Riddler.

Hey man I’m riddled, Riddled with thoughts

Thoughts that are making me giggle with the hots

The hots for nightwing if you're asking, which you’re probably not

when the riddler comes round

you’ll wish the killer drowned

the Killer is a metaphor for the Batman

and the riddler is a metaphor for the riddler

cause the riddler can’t be a metaphor; that’s like having a riddle for a riddle

This is Gotham

I blow up a hospital

Not with bombs

But with my booty, and it’s beauty

Don’t laugh, it’s not goofy.

But the real issue is who’s the diddler

cause even the riddler hates the diddler

that weirdo little swindler, diddly do it or diddy not?

do you know how evil you have to be to scam someone in Gotham?

you’d have to be more evil than a rotten dolphin named Martin

But honestly I’ll solve these riddles like John Watson

without the gay tendencies

and more pregnancies

because if I’m solving these riddles that means I’m in the same universe as nightwing

and the bed me and him would be on? well.. heh… it would be a king.

and it most certainly wouldn’t be a fling

so solve me this riddle: what is stinky stanky quick and thick?

well… that would have to be dick Graysons big fat dick.

#writing #original poem #poems on tumblr #batman #poem #poems and poetry #dc universe #dcu #gotham #dc joker #the riddler #dc riddler #arkham riddler #dano riddler #the Batman #nightwing #dick grayson #Sherlock #john watson

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anthology-enthusiast · 2 months

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