Poetry Sluts Reloaded

Welcome to the Tumblr home of passionate poetry and prose. Here we celebrate the artful expression of lust and love intricacies through the work of Tumblr writers by reblogging original amorous poetry and prose that move us. Submissions welcome.

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

The tumblr Effect

there’s a glow in the dark corners of the net where the lonely hearts drift like moths toward the blue flame of soft confession tumblr...they call it but really it’s an altar built from pixelated petals and handwritten wounds

muses sit heavy in these rooms they wear eyeliner smudged like midnight storms they whisper write it down bleed it out and we do oh god we do

here... love is stitched from reblogs and asks from secret tags hidden like letters in coat pockets from poems about strangers...with galaxy eyes from fanfics that taste like honey and lightning every word feels like a hand on your shoulder steady sure saying i know you

it’s comfort it’s chaos it’s hearts typing furiously at 2 am wrapped in blankets and playlists summoning love like an old ghost knowing somewhere someone is reading someone is healing someone is saying

...me too

[definegodliness]

The Oak Sprite

I climb the oak and hide from all For here I think not one will seek, Yet as I weigh my futures bleak She offers me her hand so small.

I keep on blinking both my eyes; She giggles at my disbelief, And when I blurt out hows and whys She offers me her hand so small.

Upon the pitfall of my grief She stands, nigh weightless and aglow. So small, yet strong; she lifts my palm, And if I want to, we can go.

I blink and come undone in calm; She offers me her hand.

--- 19-6-2026, M.A. Tempels ©

[reveriesandrendezvous]

if you never promised me a rose garden then why eden? why wild flowers? why rain? why sunshine and hot summer days? why deep red? why love? if you never promised me a rose garden why promises at all?

[musingsoftwistedpoet]

With all sincerity in my heart,

darling for you I’ll follow you until I perish,

be the one that stays and sees you

preside behind that face given out to those

who see you down, the ones whom you present

promise i’ll be kind, follow you with all my heart

Be your biggest fan, know you’ll be mine

and dear hear my truest heart, so proud of you doing the things,

for being here and shining instead of hiding

we all will be presiding behind what we must;

behold and know I see you even here and out

still always in near, be golden be gleeful! No

more hiding be you be however you feel

[bugzarecute]

the halls of your house / seem almost ancestral / haunted with ghosts / like the way i know this summer / will haunt me

(what are we anyway?)

we are in between / we are in purgatory / we are almost like a dream / but closer to a nightmare / like the petals of a rose / but painful like its thorns

your lips are quite pretty / but not as pretty as they are / pressed against my neck

- ghosts | day thirty-two | amber

[theoutlier666]

Bound to you always

In a fundamental way.

Praying to the gods

This tether will remain.

Whatever we do,

Whatever we see,

When you’re alone

Whether awake

Or under slumbers take

Dream a little dream of me.

[tooferaltobeheard]

some people make love like they're trying to prove something.

i want you to make love like you're trying to remember something.

like you've been here before. in another life. in another body.

and your hands are just finding their way home.

[embersandepiphanies]

I broke my heart into a million pieces, hoping each piece would feel only a fraction of the pain. But now they all scream your name in unison, deafening me to every other name.

[inesme-veritas]

this town isn’t big enough for both of us

yes we are cowboys

and i think we should head far west

or maybe the prairies

like that dream you had

but i keep getting caught

with a gun

pointed at my chest

you and the rattling chain at your ankles

sounding like a lonely death

if i have to go

please can it be instead

with your hands around my neck

did i tell you this love’s a rattlesnake

every night, coiled

in my kitchen sink

i could block the drain

but i’ve stopped fearing

the way i get sick and poisoned

with your name

so with dust collecting at my boots

yes i still choose you

and those bullets meant for me too

[twohousesoftheholy]

LOGIC

Constant

Searing

Unmerciful

Wanting you

An imperfect orb

A Jupiter rained down jewel

I orbit

You tell me secrets

I can’t comprehend

While still down under

Your spell

I’ve never minded

Unleashed

Unhinged

Unbridled women

Yet somehow you defy

The logic of reach

[the-silent-troubadour]

a love

that ain’t

evolving

does

that mean

it’s dying

[embersandepiphanies]

You did not break my heart.

You left it

beating beneath the ruins,

calling your name

like a prayer

to a God

who had already walked away.

[bluesandbarebones]

Remembered

It was no satori— no sudden strike of lightning, or the spontaneous shattering of glass. It was more the discovery of an arabesque, our fingers tracing ornate outlines of vines, and then, as if with gentle pulling, a tug of stem and stalk —roots revealed, we grinned, the palms of our hands muddied with the efforts of unearthing. At dusk, we embraced, invigorated with rescue and the release of hours like paper lanterns as clouds hovered candescent between city and sky, quietly aware of every remembered word we left behind.

[tinydancerinyourhead]

you have a

hold on me

like none

known before

beg for more

on my knees

i aim to please

and spark

an undoing

so grand

no words

may formulate

understand i

don’t crave

for much

these days

appetite for

you only

back arched

soft moan

in the form

of thunder

i lose control

in your grip

a climaxed

demand

[definegodliness]

If not for you

If not for you, what would I know of time and space beyond this show where masqueraders trick and thrive, whilst magic struggles to survive unless love keeps the soul in tow.

To show me highs above the low then depths unknown when you did go; in fact, I might still feel alive if not for you.

Yet death is just an icy throe when blood runs warm in afterglow; the heart that one soul could revive sustains both flight and crashing dive for life's long lows had stayed just so if not for you.

--- 13-6-2026, M.A. Tempels ©

[the-silent-troubadour]

and the word is

love

i imagine

we say and write the word

love

far more times than we do

the word hate

so why not practice what we write of most

why not practice love

until we’ve perfected it

[traveledlight]

In the Shape of Songs

Has fate handed me meaning

in the form of dreams once again?

I found you there,

surprising me in the shape of songs.

A playlist of you and me.

A timeline where we never stopped existing

day to day.

I woke to the irony of the holiday,

a celebration of hearts finding one another

on a different day

than the rest of the world.

Why this dream, why today?

What is it trying to say

about what this is meant to be?

Whether now,

or in some distant future,

is there a universe

where this story is true?

Or am I simply condemned

to return to it again and again,

drawn back by longing

for a life that never learned how to leave me.