Mirakee
Our House
Our house would have been round
Round doors, round rooms, round bed, round tub.
We would have had a garden, a swing, a fence and a dog.
A spiral staircase, a library, an old stove and I guess it doesn't matter now, does it?
We would have felt safe.
#sapphic
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mentally_till
14w
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Solitas
The sky is shaded in hues of pink and purple,
Reminding me of fields of lavender and lilac,
Its flowers, longing to be found in between the pages of a sonnet.
The setting sun, reminding me of a forlorn lover,
Waiting to be reunited with his dearly beloved.
On days like these,
I feel like Sylvia Plath's poetry,
Her words - my soul,
Her verses - my body.
I feel like Vincent's starry night,
His canvas - my mind,
His paint - my disarrayed thoughts.
I wonder,
How does the ugly corners of your mind,
Create something so horrifyingly beautiful.
What is so comforting about melancholia?
Why does loneliness feel like the best companion?
I sigh and smile,
For I do not know the answers,
My mind remains crowded,
Yet my pages, blank.
©A.R -
_rhymeandreason_
21w
Forbidden.
If our love is the garden of Eden,
You are the forbidden fruit,
And I, Eve.
My heart knows not what is right,
It is like the serpent, that lures and tempts.
If our love is Metamorphoses by Ovid,
You are Ianthe,
And I, Iphis.
My heart knows not what is right,
It is like Telethusa, at the feet of Isis.
If our love is a greek island,
You are an ode to Aphrodite,
And I, sappho.
My heart knows not what is right,
And so it weeps at night, in silence,
For my love does not beget love,
It spawns fear and sorrow.
I smile, for I feel love,
I cry, for it is a sin.
©A.R -
blackk_grrrrll
47w
Read MoreI love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Action replied by action, peace by peace.
Take you in all light and lull you on a sea
Of flowers whose petals have mouths, mesmerized
centerfold, upsweep toward sleep.
#love #loveislove #lgbt #sapphic #mirakee #mirakeewritersI LOVE YOU
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I was war. She was piece
I was disaster. She was beauty
I was the moon. She was the sun
I was sorrow. She was happiness
She was my salvation. I was her destruction
©iam_nidhi -
blackk_grrrrll
47w
Read More
To love is to share life together,
to build special plans just for two,
to work side by side,
and then smile with pride,
as one by one, dreams all come true.
To love is to help and encourage
with smiles and sincere words of praise,
to take time to share,
to listen and care
in tender, affectionate ways.
#loveislove #lovestory #loversquotes #wlwlove #sapphic #instagramwriters.
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creative_logophile
64w
Read MoreOkk, okk, okk. This isn't a proper poem.
I just came to Mirakee to talk about her™. Because what di we do when we have a huge crush on our friend? We listen to 'She' by dodie, cry, write bad poetry, and spam strangers on the internet talking about her.
Ohk soooo she's an internet friend and also she's bisexual but I'm 105% sure she doesn't like me, not rn at least, so yeah ��������
PS: ITS SO LATW HERE IM NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE UP hehe
#crush #wlw #bisexual #bi #love #unrequitedlove #sapphic #badpoetry #shitypoetry #girlcrush #iloveyou #cheesy #onesidedI wish she knew how beautiful she is,
How a single text from her
Can make my heart do a somersault.
Does she realise my mind keeps going back to her?
Does she know I care, I care so much?
I wish she would stop criticising herself,
Just for a moment see herself like I do.
And just for a moment, see 'us' like I do.
I would talk about her in poetry,
But she's poetry herself, that girl.
She says no one likes her.
Doesn't she realize I do?
©Manya Agarwal9 2
- sel_ethereal That's a wonderful post. Seems like you are pouring out your heart. Well good luck anyways.
- despair I hope the feelings are mutual. :)
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creative_logophile
64w
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Guys, gals and non binary pals, what do we do when we have a crush??
We log into mirakee and write bad poetry ����
Useless tags:
#bi #bisexual #crush #newcrush #friendcrush #girlcrush #sapphic #unrequitedlove #cheesy #onesidedlove #her #she #seriouscrushWe were just supposed to friends.
You weren't supposed to occupy my thoughts and cloud my ability to think.
©Manya Agarwal -
What Are You Looking At?
warmth more comforting and consoling than the memories of warm earth sifting through my tired fingers as I dig soft dark tombs for bulbs clenched firm and gentle within my grasp
eyelashes; a gentle breeze
sweeping the sunlights dust off your cheek
as your brown eyes that bring me all of the comforts of home in a single, hurried glance
sweep around the room
What are you looking at?
comfortable silence settles on your lips
and I know, I know my eyes are supposed to fixed on this evening's choice of entertainment.
Darling, believe me, I know.
But I can't tear my eyes off you distractedly pulling your lower lip between your teeth and suddenly I am as fixated on the features of your face as you are in the blue glow spilling over the room from the tv
What are you looking at?
Fingers; tense and firm digging into the crooks of your sharpened elbows. I'm almost unable to fight the overwhelming urge to pull them within my own and kiss the anger out of them but it passes through me and I can't help but think there is a much better use for those fingers.
A smile plays at the corner of my lips as I think about your fingers just as tense, buried in the mattress as my head lay buried between your thighs and my heart lay buried somewhere in your chest.
My knees cross. My hands find each other as I twine my own fingers together the way I long to grasp yours. My eyes sink into them and I realize I could lose myself in a spiral of thoughts but then your laugh, a sound that has brought me more clarity effortlessly than years of trying to hunt for it.
The eyes I've found home in meet mine.
What are you looking at?
i don't know how to explain that before me i see every adventure i'll ever embark, i see the hand i'll grasp in terrified fear as i take whatever steps I take next, i see summers leaving bits of my skirt hanging on barbed wire as I tear through the alfalfa, butterfly net clenched in excitement, I see you like stars directing me home. I just want you to take me in your arms because in them I have found where I belong. You are my favourite place.
What am I looking at?
Everything. You. God, what could be my whole future sitting sleepily and stoned less than a foot away.
Words I wish I could say tangle in my throat like the half abandoned crocheted scarf sitting somewhere in my memory.
What are you looking at?
Nothing
©lesbiabken -
The Flower Girls
One is like a field of prairie-fires basking in the warm, sure light of sunset
Friendly and fiery
The second like a handful of violets, scattered in a garden and sprinkled with morning dew
Serene and shy
They were so different, but they never clashed
They were never too estranged from each other to not find themselves in the other, a modern Yin and Yang
One of them fell for their opposite
A hard fall she fell for her
But it didn't seem to hurt
We don't have a conclusion for our two Flower Girls
But we might have one soon.
©glass1413 2
- amn That's really good! So was your last poem! I'm totally following you
- writersnetwork We are missing you at Mirakee
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biwalute
105w
Marigold
I long for the impossible
Yet, I fear I will receive the inevitable.
It's all my fault, I know it...
Strange it is: the reassurance of friends.
They say I'll find her,
But each day
I grow farther from her
And deeper into the ground.
-Stevie -
Her laughter
Her laughter is my grip on textbook sanity,
But drives me to madness in its own sweet ways,
She giggles, when I kiss her earlobes,
Leaving my rationale to dissolve in each soft sound.
©sappho -
theplottwistisreal
133w
Selfish
I sit in shadows to avoid the spotlight
I've never cared for my wants
But you
You have turned me into a villain
I am greedy
I crave your touches when they can't be mine
Miss your lips when I've never had them
I never want to let you go, keep you caged like a bird so you'll sing me pretty songs at dawn
I want to hide you in a box
Lock and key thrown to the sea
So I know that no one else can have you
Yes
You've made me selfish
My skin a constant shade of green
Because I'm envious that he gets to touch you in ways that I never could
That I never can
Your smiles are not just mine
Your hand touches other hands
And I'm supposed to smile and laugh
Because how can I explain to you that I want to rip apart whoever even breathes your air
I want to be the one to breathe you in
My oxygen tank that I can't afford
I just stare at you from the window while patting my empty pockets
I couldn't pay for you
I would need the world
I secretly hoped he would break your heart
I secretly hoped I could mend it
Then maybe you'd try to kiss me again
Then maybe you'd hold my hand
I cried when I found out you solved things
I can't believe how selfish you've made me
©theplottwistisreal -
limbo_bird
141w
Sapphic Overtones
Over the garden wall
Eve dared to peep one day
She saw two women kissing
She was forced to look away.
They said it was a lie, a sin
An illusion of an abomination
Then what is this temptation
Coming from within?
I see the curve of your breasts,
Of your hips, of your unpredictable wit
And I feel a flaming tug, drawing me in
But I know I can never win.
I want to scream hallelujah
As I imagine you kissing on my neck
But my faith can't forgive this blasphemy
So I try to keep my love for you in check.
They said it was a snake
They said it was the devil.
They said it was fake
They said it was evil.
They said so many things
But I could not believe
That it was anything but love;
Something Adam cannot give.
I see the arch of your back,
Of your smile, your effortless style,
The smirk on your lip,
My arms around your hip.
And you scream hallelujah
As we defy every rule I've ever known
And we scream hallelujah
As we give in to our demons.
And I scream hallelujah
With every kiss, with every touch
Oh darling, I love you so much
As we scream our prayers to each other.
©limbo_bird -
Extramarital
I have lost my sanity.
I never thought I would fall,
So deeply in love with her.
It took me a while to concede,
Yet I feel like I've known all along.
I love her like no one else can.
I love her with my heart, my soul,
And every fibre of my being,
Every chamber of my heart,
Has her name etched deep inside.
I've been lonely, forlorn,
And each tear I shed,
Is worth it.
And I know what keeps me bereft.
It's a small wedding band,
Worn on her left.
©sappho -
Her name was honey.
How could I forget?
-Stevie -
To Have Her
To have her is to
Let her lay her sleepy head
On your thighs,
Let her put your hands
On her warm hips,
Let her braid your hair,
Let her put whipped cream
On the tip of your nose while baking,
Let her take the whole blanket a night,
Let her love you.
And you:
Love her and do not hold back.
-Stevie -
She can sit wherever she pleases.
On the kitchen island,
On the carpet,
On the balcony,
On the roof...
Of all the places,
She chooses to sit next to me.
Every time she does so, she asks
Me the same thing:
"Do you wonder what it would
be like to travel the galaxy?"
-Stevie -
She was shapely
With the smoothest hips
And the peachiest lips.
-Stevie -
Rain On The Roof
With pastel skies,
Ruby eyes,
And sepia tries,
The open road winds
Until the small white house
Appears amongst the birches.
I feel her grab my hand and lead
Me into the house where no one
Will find us, hear us, or hurt us.
We are finally where we wanted to be:
Alone together with her head in my lap
And listening to the rain on the roof.
-Stevie
