Sapphic Poetry - Blog Posts
This was supposed to be a French poetry poll. I'll make one, I promise, but I was distracted by the ladies (I think I'll make at least a Amy Lowell's poll and a Renee Vivien one too later, also under my 'sapphic poetry' tag)
They may not be the ones you would have picked yourself, they're some personal favorites.
Feel free to share yours, though !
Anne Hathaway
XVI (Twenty-one love poems)
Fireworks
One Art
Lighthouse Keeping
The Love of Judas
Wild Geese
For the Goddess Too Well Known
Blest as the Immortal Gods
What are apples and toffee
and irdescent bubbles
and waves of grass and wind dances on fields
and neon lights and mischievous strangers
and cookies from acquaintances
and unbroken water surfaces and fireworks
and daisies
to her.
She asked me if I miss her while she's on sick leave from school.
What do you want me to answer? I wrote a poem about you on the train heading home from your place after we binge-watched Netflix together. I check Whatsapp way too often, heart chipped a little more everytime you didn't reply just to completly heal up once you do. I miss seeing you in my peripheral vision when I look at the board. I miss sitting beside you in silence during break while you draw, eating my sandwich. I miss looking up and seeing you infront of my desk. Free periods hurt, cause I've never eaten the entire orange alone. I've always shared quarters with you.
Yeah I miss you. We're in high school, and my love is appropriately rediculous.
insatiable hunger.
yearning yearning yearning, i write more of these little poem things than i do actual fan-fiction ‘m sorry </3 i hope you enjoy this too, though!!
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i see her face. in the ever fast movement the spinning world around me makes, i always catch her face — she’s driven me mad.
wether it be her or not, i’m hungry, and the more i starve the more insatiable i am bound to get. i need to feel the warmth of her flesh beneath my own, purposeful fingers holding, kneading, gripping her in place right next to me.
right on to me.
right, being one with me. yeah, thats right..
i am hungry in a way no plate of food can fix, nothing can take this empty feeling away from me, someone can only fill it.
and she looks so pretty, my body wants her to be the one to fill it. my mind is sick and elsewhere, twisting every other face on the street to have the same curve of her lips, the sharpness of her eyes missing the gleam they get at the sight of me. oh how she loves me.
in a moment of such depravity the roles have no names attached and the bodily abilities are only for each others hands to touch. i wanted her to hold me by my hair, and i find myself gripping the back of her neck. i wanted her to greedily steal sounds from my lips to fill hers with, and i find myself devouring her every breath whole. i didn’t want her to do things to me anymore, i wanted her.
SOMEONE COOKED HERE
Oh god, why did I ever think I was going to end up with a man? Women have everything that men don't. Understanding, a gentle hand, the softness of their lips and their hearts. There is nothing quite like laughing with a girl like you are best friends, thinking of her as if you have been married for decades, holding her like your favorite childhood stuffed animal, and kissing her like you could sustain yourself for the rest of your life simply on the sweetness of your mixed breath. Fingers in her hair, her head on your chest, love in both of your eyes that only the other will ever see. Make her a bracelet, find her a rock, gift her her favorite snack. Freedom in your airy laughter. Certainty in the matching beats of your hearts. You know everything about each other and remember every little detail; you are in love and unwaningly so.
butterflies
there is something so nice
about having a new crush
someone new to look for
in the hallways on the way to class
someone i can tell my friends about
someone to text and to giggle over
i wish that the butterflies
could always be so uncomplicated
things you don't do for a girl you're "just friends" with:
walk her anywhere she wants to go, even when it's cold and wet outside and all you want is to be inside
be jealous when she brings up a boy you know she used to have a crush on (especially since you're pretty sure she's over him)
get butterflies whenever she moves her chair closer to yours
smile when you see her name on your phone (and refuse to remove the hearts you put on her contact when you had a crush on her, even though you're totally over it)
stay up way later than you meant to just to text her because as soon as you go to bed it's over
and you definitely, definitely dont want to kiss her. not the girl you're just friends with. not the girl you say you're over
not happening
i'm not going to let myself
have a new crush
not this soon
not on her
i'm not going to let myself
like a girl so painfully straight
and break my streak
of not liking girls who could never
like me
but what happens
when i catch myself thinking of her
or looking for her
or lighting up, briefly,
at her name on my phone
when she's creeping up on me
like the first sign of spring
six more weeks of winter
i can't go any more days without her
but i promised
no more girls
not right now
definitely not her
shut up, heart
#2
as i pass through the second circle,
i wonder ‘is this inferno able to hold all us sinners?’
‘will it ever be enough for the long lines of fools,
of the liars and the traitors?’
brimstone and basalt beneath my feet and in my nose; not an unfamiliar feeling
as i watch the souls devour each other
in reckless fury, passion
on the backdrop of a hurricane of blue fire, carbon on hydrogen
crashing bodies on bodies,
with the echo of the endless storm in my mind,
i feel burning nostalgia in my hands,
in my mouth
for our earthly time together, burning coldly
and slowly in the remnants of my mind,
already half eaten, empty
by Ugolino, hiding her half-eaten fingers from my blind eyes
we are all fools, i more than most
for willingly walking into a sulfuric hell,
and for letting myself get eaten, like roadkill
by a devil who could never be satisfied.
as i crawl my way down to the bottom,
the last circle, lust to treachery
to the icy depths of this menagerie of our creation,
i know that if there isn’t enough room for us
so i will make room
as i forced my stomach to give space in its tiny insides
for your ravenous hunger, too much for two.
i will make room in the bottom for us
to make sure the devil devours us both,
judas, brutus; they can watch
as He chooses which of us will be the greatest feast.
they will vote, of course, with their half eaten hands and minds, on whom will be ripped apart first
and be sure, my dear
they have not seen our insides, thawing and clawing
they can jest, but never know the extent
of the crime committed,
we may be frozen in the lake together, but
there is not enough space in this devils mouth for the both of us
your cold blood will serve as a better appetizer,
than mine, i will stand and watch
endlessly burning, endlessly waiting
for starvation to take its toll
on my soul,
ripped from my body.
-L
#1
temptation hangs on the branch
sin dripping off the oak
a sweet smell, a sweet caress,
the forbidden fruit,
damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.
wine red, with a honeyed core
my mouth aches for the sweet release
of the first bite, saccharine and dangerous
forbidden, but inviting to our
innocent soul.
eat with me, my love
come and taste the sin
of which He has forbade—
how could He? when the taste is so sweet,
when the fruit sits on the branches so beautifully,
waiting to be plucked?
take the honeyed temptation, sweetheart,
and i’ll let you have the first taste,
of our gentle sin, ripe and pleasing,
a tender transgression—
let the flavor sit in your mouth, love,
and let me savour it with you
together we sin, together we rise
higher than the heavens
where virtues could never take us;
they would never taste this right
- L
Transistince
Transistence is the resistence
Against the resistence to be trans
From outside and in my head
"Where the psychological
Becomes social"
As an old English professor used to say...
Are my layers just cake?
Vaccous calories of air and sugar?
Why do I yearn
To be a tasty pink cloud?
Dissappearing onto the horizon
Where a sunset masks the line between sky
And mountain
Psychological sky
And societal mountains
Buildings conceal the clouds
Light drowns out the stars
In total darkness
A Lesbian never born
So much for my love, i was cut off into
He cant be the she he wants to be
Estrogen gave him breasts, but not her
Chests full of milk and love soft soft All he wanted was to forget he was ever
Never a woman. He cries because he cant
Tell you all his male secrets. He loves
Every wave of femininity, that idea of
Sapphic love is fleeting sand he
Causes himself so much pain, he is so
Angry at what he was born to be, his
P**** envies the idea of being she, but
Eventually she might come through
Art of my Heart
What’s another knife to my very heart
Words unraveling my very being apart
Stabbing words meant with love and care
Heavy hearted words constricting my air
This doesn’t feel very evenly fair
Our hearts we were supposed to share
Instead leaving me with a bitter tart
Wishing we could both just restart
What’s another knife to my very heart
Don’t even get a proper first date to start
Almost wishing I could have a cold frigid care
Instead my heart holds the dagger of despair
Will the flesh of my heart ever heal and repair
Even with every new tiny terrifying tear
Wishing she would still hold my whole art
At least she still wants to hold a part
Dancing in the Rain
Will you hold me in the racing rain
No matter how heavy the storm drain
Even when the shiver strikes the skin
Take my hand in a sprinkling spin
As we dance in puddles on the ground
To the symphonic silver rain sound
Your makeup running with the skies tears
Hand in hand together there will be no fears
Will you hold me in the racing rain
Together in love we have so much to gain
Your lipstick lips laughing in a grin
As the rain echoes off your chin
We dance in love in dresses drowned
Together even when there’s no rain found
We will be hand in hand exploring new frontiers
With the memory of silver rain and laughter in our ears
Desire Fire
Do we all spend this life chasing a loving desire
Chasing after a girl only to fall in hellfire
Freely falling fast with heart set ablaze
Collecting kindling bundled with her addicting praise
Feeling the warmth of the sun under her gaze
Her warming words never cease to amaze
Passionately dancing in her freeing fire
Not caring for others cold condemning attire
Do we all spend this life chasing a loving desire
Freely falling fast for passion oh so dire
As her passionate praise left the mind in a daze
sensual souls together in a raging craze
Mutual passionate praise dousing fuel on the hearts blaze
The flames of the fire momentarily raise
Until her gaze starts to tire
Bidding adieu to retire
Part two of my Courtney Eaton appreciation post.
To my baby daddy, my girlfriend, my househusband, and my best friend. The best roommate one could ask for. And last but not least to the love of my life. Baby girl, I love you more than anything more than you ever know. I hope your wildest dreams come true. I hope you are always here for me to paint your kind eyes, never stop talking about your beautiful heart, and write my best poems about you. I love you today and forever, my infinite muse. 💜
#Courtney.Let.Me.Have.Your.Kids
#It.Is.Not.A.Need.It.Is.A.Want
Again, Congratulations on Yellowjackets Season 3, Courtney. ✌️
I love you even when it is hard when dying feels like paradise and you're not here. I'm invisible and you are the best part of me. Am a shadow of nothingness when it comes to you. Putting your broken pieces together at my lowest. I'm sorry for the way I love you, worship you and your little beautiful lies blinding me, despite the games you play with my sanity, I'm hopelessly in love with you. I know you and that's enough for me because I love you for it.