Vira

Sapphic poet She/Her/Hers 18+ at times; MDNI

[sunberry-blossoms]

When you look at me, and smile that soft smile, like only you can…

I just know that everything will be ok.

[sunberry-blossoms]

My heart

is the frailest

of flowers.

And she

is the gentlest

of gardeners.

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[nixscriptum]

[peacefull-blogs-deactivated2025]

the magnificence of the stars 🌟 ✨✨

[sunberry-blossoms]

And every time you look away

I grieve for the moments lost

That could have been spent

Drowning in your eyes

That glisten like the Sun

On waves

[ink-and-dirt]

Slow down. In everything you do, slow down. Society has made such a mess in this world by hurrying all the time. Push back by slowing down.

[stillgotscars]

Pablo Neruda, from “Ode to the Apple” in Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

[sunberry-blossoms]

Their heavens might scorn me

Yet I shall keep her fed

With fruit forbidden

Of loving lust

betwixt my silken thighs

[simzart]

[faeriedreams]

girls will be like i know a spot then swirl you into all of their poems

[sunberry-blossoms]

#curse of being my wife

[sunberry-blossoms]

I love her like the calm sea loves the shore. In a way that no man has ever loved her, and never will. Never desiring to possess, or to control, but wishing to court her softly, with my waves ebbing and flowing, letting me near her while she allows it.

My love is not a fire, consuming and scorching. My love is the rain, that encourage the flowers growing on her meadows, wishing to see her blossom, whereas men would cut them down to plant their own ideas of beauty.

I love her like only a woman could. Like the calm sea loves the shore.

[omgsen]

Sometimes you see the moon during daylight because I miss you and I sent her to check in on you.

[sunberry-blossoms]

#me and my girl

[sunberry-blossoms]

If the sun ever lost

Her light and warmth

She could but turn

Her gaze to you

To find it twice fold strong and pure

Within your eyes of jade

[sunberry-blossoms]

This feels incredibly cringy to share, which is why I need to do it. I love when people like my lesbian stuff. It is soul warming. Thank you kindest, from a femme elven Scandinavian, writing poetry from a mossy bed in the near grove.

[xxcosmicaura]

remember kids

[sunberry-blossoms]

It’s quite something, to write sapphic, lewd poetry whilst breaking your eardrums with french post-black metal. 🌱