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sapphochronicles · 1 year

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pink wine

pink cheeks

pink skies

la vie en rose

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polariti3s · 1 year

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she is the raw material of my poetry. she is the ivory i make sculptures with, she is the heart i feel with. if i were to keep intact, save one last organ, and have the remaining ones to shatter like the fragilest crystal or rot like apples, it would be my heart; for it would be the only way i could keep her and myself at the same time. she has slid into my heart limb by limb, day by day, sown and grown inside of me like a climbing plant, she has grown the greenest and leafiest of forests inside of me, which now hugs my insides and holds each one of my organs tightly with love.

#wlw #wlwpoetry

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wlw-zi · 2 years

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Blackout poem I made

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dezwriteswlw · 2 years

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Chosen

Poem by dlb

We are powerful beings

The energy inside one person

Is said to be equivalent

to a small nuclear explosion

Only difference is

we let it go gradually

Instead of all at once

I believe this is a beautiful thing

We choose to explode

at random moments

in various fashions of love

That leads us to the person we become

Look to yourself for strength

You were built with the stars

And you are powerful

Strong enough to

destroy your own world

Or hold it all together

The choice is yours

#short poem #wlw writing #lgbtq writer #wlwpoetry #wlwpoet

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loves1ck-ongods-d1ck · 10 months

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Tounges

Women at my church talked to God more than they talked to their husbands.

They writhed on the ground with their eyes closed, hands clenched tight near their chest and gasped uncontrollably.

Their knees buckled as they fell to the floor and reduced themselves to a babbling mess of phrases only discernible by God.

I asked my grandmother, “what’s wrong with them, Granny?”

She said, “their talkin’ to God, baby.”

And I told her I didn’t want to talk to God cause it looked painful.

I talk to women who go to church more than I talk to God.

On Saturday nights when their husbands are playing poker. I speak in tongue between their thighs, skin against skin, glistening with sin and the arousal of blasphemy, and they writhe against me with their eyes closed.

Their hands clench mine and they reduce themselves to a babbling mess of phrases Discernible only by me.

Talking to God was painful,

So I became her.

-kcblumebooks

#religionnsft #nsft #religionkink #knkscenerios #blesphameous #heirophilia #cwheirophilia #cwblasphemy #preistkink #cwreligiousthemes

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emilydickinsonswife · 9 months

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#sapphic #wlw #lesbian #sapphicpoetry #wlwpoetry #lesbianpoetry #original poem #love #poetry

#poetry #original poetry

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persephoneshellhounds · 2 years

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to love all of you within the noiseless half of a sigh is a time-swept fever dream stirring in my fists — part firework smoke, part lavenders, part quiet, cautious limerence. how you enchant and unsettle me — i run high and aimless, and free fall in seconds. i am smitten. desperate. love-sick. wordless now, for all i care, darling — i'll leave all of my poems strewn in your bed, like a girl shedding her mortality before a goddess in her truest form.

to disrupt this is a human blunder. to bask in it, divine. ♡

— fray narte

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a-snowpoetry · 2 years

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I am certain our paths will cross again, I’m just afraid that you will be ready, And I will have moved on.

astella snow

#wlwpoetry #poems about women #poets on poetry #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #quotes #yearning #sapphic mood #sapphic #wlw longing

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smiley-sapphic · 3 years

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I look at her with so much love

While bright eyes stare right back

A smile pulls at my face

As I think of calling her my wife one day

-Wife- that term and her combined make me giddy

I feel so high, free and alive around her

Every touch sparks a feeling deep within me

I’ve never been so greedy towards someone’s attention but I don’t feel the slightest bit of remorse

She brings me peace

Finally I have a home within my person

My one true

My love

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eyessapphic · 4 years

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there are 6 days left of october, if one of you homos don’t make me fall in love with you, I will cry and report you to girl in red

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ravensandramune · 4 years

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a sapphic poem/spoken word piece

Things i don’t tell you:

Once my therapist asked me when the last time I felt safe was. I thought for a while and gave her some answer about when I was ill as a child and my mum would stroke my forehead, and whilst this is true, I couldn’t stop thinking of you the rest of the session. Because the truth is, with you is where I feel safest.

Those times I drunk texted saying I love you? I wasn’t drunk. I had definitely drank a little, but not nearly enough to so melodramatically confess my feelings. If only it was socially acceptable to soberly declare your love for a girl- am I right?

I can’t eat caramel desserts without thinking of that day in July when you kissed me and I could taste the salty-sweet toffee flavour on your lips and your tongue and my lips and my tongue. Caramel became my favourite candy after that, and I think it still is.

Every time you mention feeling ill or feeling sad or anything negative a part of me breaks and reassembles itself so I can attempt to fix the problem from afar. Whenever you’re in a good mood, the butterflies in my stomach dance with joy and I can’t stop myself from smiling.

At night, all the moments in which I could’ve held you or kissed you or touched you replay in my head like an mp3 with only one song, or a broken record player repeating the same melody with slightly different adjustments- a bittersweet lullaby of love and nostalgia.

Since that autumn goodbye, I’ve slept with the teddy you gave me without one night away. Thinking about how you clasped my hand that day, and looked at me like I was your favourite thing in the world, thinking about the way you blushed and looked at your socks as you handed it to me, it makes everything a little better.

I still love you. I think I always will.

#sapphic #sapphicmemes #sapphicpoetry #wlw #wlwmeme #wlwpoetry #poetry #poet #writeblr #sapphic me #lesbian pining #lesbian #lesbianmeme #lesbianpoet

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sapphochronicles · 2 years

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poetryfrommynotesapp · 4 years

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golden hour has a funny way of suspending time

wedged right in between day and night, it serves as a beginning and an ending

while it transforms the sky into an array of light and beauty

the girl I loved in middle school

shared my love for the way the sky transformed

the days when we would get ice cream and watch the sky from the top of the playground were the days when my love for her felt the most infinite

looking at her face in this light, the way the sun hit her skin and danced across each of the freckles on her nose

I had no choice but to love her

even though everything in me was saying that I shouldn’t

but that’s the thing about the sun

you can’t stop it from rising every morning

or departing from the sky each evening

and even when you can’t see it glowing above you in the sky, or feels it’s warmth on your skin

it’s still there

as much as I tried to ignore my love for her

I couldn’t

I felt it every time I looked at her, every time I thought of her, every time I heard her voice

and even when I pretended I didn’t

I loved her more than anything in the world

our little moments in the golden sunlight meant more to me than anyone could have known

and even though the sun would soon set and we would soon have to go home

I knew that there was no way that my body could forget how the sun felt on my skin or how the way she looked at me made made me love her in a way that I’d never thought I’d love another girl

there are some things that you just know

and on those nights the only things I was certain of

was that the sun would eventually set, and that it would rise again the next morning

and that I loved her

#queer poetry #wlw #wlw blog #wlw pride #wlwpoetry #lesbian #lesbianpoetry #lgbt

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crystallizedwritings · 4 years

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Flying

We're on our way and chasing sunsets

Lover love, we've almost made it

Those orange hues are within our grasp

Our life's beginning's nearly starting

My drunken ponderings nothing but bygones

Perhaps, I inwardly hope, these bygones will accumalate some amount of significance

But until then I think and hurt and love and laugh

She hears my thoughts, heals my wounds, loves me unconditionally, and laughs uninhibitedly

For such things I'm forever indebted and irreparably in love with her

This same woman I now fly with towards my orange-tinged, uncertain future

Though one thing I'm certain of is our happiness

She comprises the majority of this coveted emotion within my soul, and I in hers

I've never smiled so brightly towards the rest of my days as I've had with her by my side

My sunflower, you give me purpose

Sunshine would be useless without the life it creates

I'll fulfill my purpose, we'll build our lives and home

Together we will create, endure, and enjoy

This life is ours for the taking

And I swear on mine it'll be the best I can give you

#wlw #wlwlove #wlwpoetry #spilledink #poetry #mypoem #picture #photography #myphotos #words #wordswordswords

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probablycrying3407 · 4 years

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this is a poem for a girl who doesn’t know i’m in love

her smile shines like the sun

across her face freckles run

her hair sits neatly just below her shoulders

wish i would’ve told her

but know she’s kissing her

and dating her

and saying it doesn’t matter

and i’m gonna keep wishing im for her

but first loves are supposed to break your heart

so i’m gonna lie to save my heart

she’s one of my best friends

i don’t want to end that

but when she wears my necklace or blazer

i feel like she’s burnt a hole in my heart with a lazer

every hug you give me, every touch is like a tazer

and i’m not gonna tell anyone this

because i want to save her

#lgbtq #love #poetry #books and libraries #literature #sappho #love poems #wlw #gay #wlwpoetry

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mother-s-sweet-poisonous-pie · 4 years

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#sapphic #wlw #wlw content #wlw blog #wlw pride #wlw community #single wlw #wlw love #wlwpoetry #lesbian pride #lesbian #lgbtlove #lgbtpride #lgbtq #lgbt

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