poetry for and by wlw

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[butch-archetype]

Lingering touches

Eyes lock

This dance we do Together

Always feeling

Never seeing the truth

The truth of

Her

A presence like no other

She fills my senses

And I am gone

Butch-archetype

[tokophobic]

Peach

Peaches and cream

Soft

When I touch

Holds my wrist and

Asks

More can I give

Taste her

Sweet and sharp

Like her

Tongue and

Rose petal lips as

If she tastes

Herself on me

Like I taste

My own worth

On her peach smile

[sapphicsonnets]

Violets

A tissue-paper wrapping around wasted stems,

Bandages wrapped stupidly around already severed limbs.

Scattered limbs, scattered stems, scattered Osiris, Lured

By gold but you are lured by purple, like me, like bees.

Still you’re holding the violets, which are sort-of alive.

Wrappings removed, made rubbish, replaced with a

Showstopper, an engraved glass vase, obvious on a table.

The tablecloth is purple, too, like me, like you. Us.

The sun sets purple and I wait and watch, wilting

While the violets don’t. I thought they would.

I thought the water would poison them, or

Fizzle with the electricity in flower-veins.

Classical music allows plants to thrive, I heard.

We were a metal cacophony but now I think

We are a symphony,  soft purple tunes of a

Piano, made of ivory, smooth and big.

Smoother and bigger is the earth itself,

Swelling like a puffer-fish, reaching to the sun,

Like a flower, like a violet, I think.

Little petal, grant me faith, you are

Spring, purple among yellow narcissi.

And you, who holds the earth, my Atlas:

You are the Empress, shining, letting our

Violets grow in a field like purple silk sheets.

Scones flavoured with violets and cloaked

In whipped cream and shared under sunlight

And finished in purple moonlight and cherished

By the bundles of red string of us are perfect.

The violets were rooted from the soil.

It had crumbled to see them leave but I

Find I don’t mind because I like them

On the table, too. I like to love you.

[sapphicsonnets]

“Dancing in New York” circa 2018

by: samsara @samsarapoetry on instagram

[sapphicsonnets]

in her eyes, you see suffering and hope, and the kind of hope that only comes with suffering. in her eyes, you see a weariness, a wisdom-those eyes belong on faces much older than hers. in her eyes, you see history and myth all rolled into one. in her eyes, you see wildfires, and things that grow from scorched earth. in her eyes, you see quiet in the middle of a hurricane. a peaceful unease. faux-safety. in her eyes, you see magic. (you didn’t believe in magic, before. nothing you can’t see with your own eyes, right? you can see it, now.) in her eyes, you see pasts unknown and futures yet to be predicted. in her eyes, you see the stars, like the love songs always say. they don’t tell you stars only exist within a void. you’re afraid if you keep looking, that void will suck you in. you don’t look away.

[sapphicsonnets]

holy, holy, holy–

she is my sacred space

an outlet for my faith

all i believe in

and all that i am.

she is my sacrament

my spiritual wine

i am drunk off her presence

and she keeps me alive.

she is my heaven

as god is a man

and god says we are wrong

but no god will never understand my religion.

she is my church, my chapel

the cathedral that echoes my praise

her name is a prophecy in my mouth

and it tastes of my salvation

– holy, holy, holy.

[sapphicsonnets]

First Blackout poetry attempt

[sapphicsonnets]

Muse

Be the muse who bleeds through every crack and every fissure of my broken soul. Let me pour you in, get drunk on your taste and dance to your breaths. Let me spill you on paper in crooked, shattered ways. Every day. On new pages with old inks. I want the world to see how romantic melancholy can be. I want them to hear how melodious trapped cries sound. I want them to feel how home can be. Just how you can make me bleed.

[sapphicsonnets]

slipping her hand into mine only when the movie starts and the lights go out letting go when we come out of the woods scratched up legs from hiding a little off center her body tenses up at the sound of footsteps in front of her bedroom door I cling to her in the dark like I'm drowning wooden body in the sea leaving parties early to be alone together keeping my gaze down in crowded places too scared to know her how could it be wrong if it feels so right wrapped up in her arms I don't care about breathing her chest suffocating all my fears I think I might have found everything I was looking for

[sapphicsonnets]

Can I send you a piece of writing but anonymously?

of course! <3

[sapphicsonnets]

hello @ whomever is running this blog!! i was wondering if you reblog photo posts? i usually type my writing in pictures w/ art!! n i was also wondering if you would reblog submissions?? thank u so much fr your time!! reading thru all of this wlw poetry is so healing :,)

photos are great, sure!! <3

[sapphicsonnets]

when will I stop searching for the words to tell the world / that we waded through unfamiliar streams / and made our own path through dark trees / that we held each other’s hands / and discovered how to love / and how can I say / i suppose it never was / as important to you / as you were to me / for now / all I can think / is the girl who once held your heart / won’t keep it forever.

<3

[sapphicsonnets]

Is it ok if the poems are lowkey sexual? 🌹

It may be better if those go to another blog but feel free to submit anyways and I’ll read it thru! I just don’t want the whole blog to get flagged :/

[sapphicsonnets]

do submissions have to be written in a certain form of poetry (haikus,couplet,sonnets,etc)? or are all types acceptable?

nope!! All types acceptable and welcome <3

[sapphicsonnets]

how do we anonymously submit a poem?

you can send it through an anonymous ask, or several, and I will reprint it, or you can submit it and just note that you want it to be published anonymously! <3

[bogbaubles]

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[sapphicsonnets]

I meet the first

Her voice is carried upon the wind

The sound of pure joy, clear mind

Her eyes are bright, she knows what she knows

They are grey, just like mine though hers seem to glow

Auburn hair, freckled checks

She is a guide, please teach me that I need not hide

Her smile radiates across the bar

Please don't stand so far

I greet the second

Her voice lingers in my ear

My eyes find the shine of her blonde hair

Clever conversation

Leads to frustration as I walk away without initiation

Strong smile, great style

Intelligent and wild

Why am I so vile

I remember the last

Round bright cheeks

I swear she's shorter than me

Deep brown windows for eyes

They just might be my demise

She speaks with passion, full of life

And I think I know that she is right

Her long dark hair rolls down her back

She shows me the confidence I lack

She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen

Why did God make me so keen

These are the faces of my imagination

The creatures of beauty that make a hell

Out of my limitation