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A dirty poem in Czech / Erotická básnička(It’s a pitty there are so few Czechs on Tumblr because the Czech is my mother tongue and it allows me to express myself more precisely and richly than English. Also, there are lots of dirty words and expressions
Mile High Club - A Poem I wrote on the Plane
I want to write poems on your skin with my mouth…
sweetlittlewallflower: “In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” ― Rumi
“…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.” My favorite poem. Comments/Questions?
seekeraftertruth: Autumn is crisp and the firmament far, especially far from where people live. I look at cranes on the sand and am immersed in joy when I see mountains beyond the clouds. Dusk inks the crystal ripples. Leisurely the white moon comes
A favourite of mine (“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost, 1922)
The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.– Carl Sandburg(Fog over Cape Town, South Africa)
Keep on truckin’
Just a Touch She is one of my personal favorites. Her words never fail to ignite and arouse. Making her way back on to the Erotic Storybook Library dais, please welcome… deepestdesires: Just a touch. So very slight. Against your skin. Under
This Is Not A Poem
xin-yii: Eruri version based on this poem, and inspired by this version! I made myself sad. no i am not crying right now T^T
Dagmar Krause making an astounding version of one of my favorite Bertolt Brecht’s songs, “Moldau Song”. The music and the lyrics always give me goosebumps. “Moldau Song” (Bertolt Brecht, Hanns Eisler - 1956): On the bed
thorntom: I love this poem, but it always reminds me of my ex, she had it written out and stuck on the wall next to her bed… I would read it, whenever there we were laid on her bed and there was a lul in conversation, I still know her favourite lines
Projected Poem. Cee Ceeph. Studio ChiaroscuroFollow the amazing Cee Cee HERE
I love all of you, even the parts of you that are rough and raw and you don’t fully understand yet. The parts which push me away or hurt me as you continue on this lifelong journey to find yourself and happiness. I wouldn’t miss the adventure even
“My Heart Still Holds”-C. Quinn
“Last First Kiss”- C. Quinn
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aliascquinn: You can’t and I know it, so I hold on while you make up your mind. Mine was the first heartbeat you listened to, and you don’t seem to realize that I can hear yours too; a steady, patient sound which never lies to me.
sydneyrenee55: “Once, I lit his soul on fire, incandescent from within, though he called me liar, I knew I was his favorite sin…” @aliascquinn
aliascquinn: Measure Forever - C. Quinn
aliascquinn: Hell (short) - C. Quinn
aliascquinn: “I thank you for your part in my journey” -C. Quinn
mittensandmaster: “ I want to write poems on your skin with the sunlight and contour your soul with the shadows of my light. Not knowing the beauty that has been created above them. The city below continues to crash around them, missing the beauty
Here’s a drawing of Robyn Whyte reading one of her erotic poems at the Buttcracker. Sorry, asian dude who read poems about poo and anal sex, I can’t remember your name. I was really tickled by your stories, though.
the-absolute-best-posts: love-personal: source This post has been featured on a 1000Notes.com blog! but the sky. it sees everything.
book-caps: You are now 18, standing on the precipice,trembling before your own greatness.who say you are too young and delicate to make anything happen for yourself. They don’t see the part of you that smolders. Don’t let their doubting drown out
Constelações on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/59384965/via/annabec
aswardh: my poem on imgfave on We Heart It.
The Swan In darkened eddys; Where leaves turn in their spirals; And sunlight cautiously goes; Floats a black swan; With elegant ghostly lines; Waiting on the moon; When she will know with one glance; It’s as sure as her ink-like feathers. ~MExclusive
“Tonal Poem” with my collaborator, Taryn-jerrysEYES
We were very tired, we were very merry—We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;And the whistles
When your face smells like ass and your crotch smells of cum and lube.When the boy under you has released his grip on the sheets, lowered his torso flat and rolled his head to rest on the pillow still drooling and panting heavily.
thepoetisback: I told her I wanted to write a poem on her with my tongue words that were poetic and fill her with inspiration, I started at her inner thigh as on her skin my trade a ply words flow like the juices at the start of a meal as each sentence
I ride my bike through the cold winter night It feels like I got the world’s weight on my back But I got a strong back So I ride and I ride A smile on my face through the cold winter night.
Support me on Patreon => Reapersun on PatreonPrompt: @sassydoctor9: Anyone… ferryman of Hades (gives passage over styx)An AU where Will is Charon, ferryman of the dead over the river Styx, and Hades!Hannibal has a thing for scruffy antisocial
violentwavesofemotion:Anna de Noailles, tr. by Norman R. Shapiro, from Poems; “Poem on Azure,”
poems are hard! #LOL XOXO ~ Follow me on Tumblr ~Selena Kitt~
honeyfleshed: “I think it better that in times like these A poet’s mouth be silent” W.B. Yeats from The Collected Poems; “On Being Asked for a War Poem,”
WNQ writers | @wordsnquotes
old-pine-life: I went to a market today in midtown and met a girl who was selling her poems. You pick your topic and price and she writes you a poem on the spot. The girl before me traded her favorite drawing pen for a poem. I traded ū for a poem about
friendly-larry-reminders: goldbootedbaby: Do you think Harry writes little poems on scrap pieces of paper and leaves them around the house for Louis to find #in cereal boxes#on top of pillows#in the cup where they keep their toothbrushes#taped on
theparisreview: René Magritte was born on this day in 1898. From our archive, read Louis Simpson’s poem on the Belgian artist.
send-a-smile: “The Rape Poem to End All Rape Poems.” One of the best pieces of group spoken word poetry I’ve ever seen. WATCH IT.
Then vs. Now. I wrote the one on the left Freshman year, and the one on the right today, for english class. I think I’ve changed a lot since then… I obviously have a thing for writing inspirational things T_T I think that’s cause all
Finally got my hands on this amazing book. 💕📚🐝🌻🍯☉☮ #book #books #bookworm #bookstagram #booksofinstagram #bibliophile #rupikaur #milkandhoney #bookporn #literature #newfave #amazing #qualitycontent #poetry #poems #poetrybook
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Today is a chilly lazy day. Ask me to write a poem on the subject of your choice and I’ll come up with something for you on the spot. Happy Monday~
ehtes: my favourite poem on tumblr
caiti3: my favourite poem on tumblr
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I wish there was a Neosporin for the cuts on my heart @destiny-idgaf
dallasclayton: Wrote a poem on a piece of wood. Might go leave it on a strangers porch
