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Still Here 🧵 1 of 2
by Crissy Bliss Addams17 years ago,
she spoke to me from behind the glass
at the Humane Society —
not with a cry,
but a casual hello,
like we’d always known each other.She’d was found on the streets,
a young mother with newborns.
Her kittens were adopted,
she was fixed,
and finally free to be chosen.
She chose me.
And I said yes.She’s never been a lap cat.
But if when I'm peaceful,
she’ll sit nearby —
close enough to feel me,
far enough to be herself.As she grew older,
she wanted to be outside more.
Not alone —
with me.
So I followed her into the sun,
into the quiet,
into the rhythm of her world. -
Still Here 🧵 1 of 2
by Crissy Bliss Addams17 years ago,
she spoke to me from behind the glass
at the Humane Society —
not with a cry,
but a casual hello,
like we’d always known each other.She’d was found on the streets,
a young mother with newborns.
Her kittens were adopted,
she was fixed,
and finally free to be chosen.
She chose me.
And I said yes.She’s never been a lap cat.
But if when I'm peaceful,
she’ll sit nearby —
close enough to feel me,
far enough to be herself.As she grew older,
she wanted to be outside more.
Not alone —
with me.
So I followed her into the sun,
into the quiet,
into the rhythm of her world. -
Still Here 🧵 1 of 2
by Crissy Bliss Addams17 years ago,
she spoke to me from behind the glass
at the Humane Society —
not with a cry,
but a casual hello,
like we’d always known each other.She’d was found on the streets,
a young mother with newborns.
Her kittens were adopted,
she was fixed,
and finally free to be chosen.
She chose me.
And I said yes.She’s never been a lap cat.
But if when I'm peaceful,
she’ll sit nearby —
close enough to feel me,
far enough to be herself.As she grew older,
she wanted to be outside more.
Not alone —
with me.
So I followed her into the sun,
into the quiet,
into the rhythm of her world. -
Still Here 🧵 1 of 2
by Crissy Bliss Addams17 years ago,
she spoke to me from behind the glass
at the Humane Society —
not with a cry,
but a casual hello,
like we’d always known each other.She’d was found on the streets,
a young mother with newborns.
Her kittens were adopted,
she was fixed,
and finally free to be chosen.
She chose me.
And I said yes.She’s never been a lap cat.
But if when I'm peaceful,
she’ll sit nearby —
close enough to feel me,
far enough to be herself.As she grew older,
she wanted to be outside more.
Not alone —
with me.
So I followed her into the sun,
into the quiet,
into the rhythm of her world. -
Still Here 🧵 1 of 2
by Crissy Bliss Addams17 years ago,
she spoke to me from behind the glass
at the Humane Society —
not with a cry,
but a casual hello,
like we’d always known each other.She’d was found on the streets,
a young mother with newborns.
Her kittens were adopted,
she was fixed,
and finally free to be chosen.
She chose me.
And I said yes.She’s never been a lap cat.
But if when I'm peaceful,
she’ll sit nearby —
close enough to feel me,
far enough to be herself.As she grew older,
she wanted to be outside more.
Not alone —
with me.
So I followed her into the sun,
into the quiet,
into the rhythm of her world. -
🔥 Return to the Flame
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI don’t wait—
I ache.
I stretch across hours
like silk pulled taut
over desire.The bed misses your weight.
My body misses your caress.
I miss the way you unravel me
with a glance,
then stitch me back together
with your hands.This is not patience—
it’s hunger.
It’s the slow burn
of a lioness pacing,
claws unsheathed,
mouth wet with want.I am not lonely—
I am loaded.
Primed.
Every cell rehearsing
the choreography of our reunion.You are the storm I crave.
The sweat.
The surrender.
The sacred heat
that makes me forget
everything but you.Come home,
and I will show you
how love tastes
when it’s starved,
how pleasure feels
when it’s earned.I am not waiting—
I am ready.
And when you walk through that door,
I will ignite again.
For you.
With you.
Into you.🔥 I am the fire that never flickers—only flares when you return.
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🔥 Return to the Flame
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI don’t wait—
I ache.
I stretch across hours
like silk pulled taut
over desire.The bed misses your weight.
My body misses your caress.
I miss the way you unravel me
with a glance,
then stitch me back together
with your hands.This is not patience—
it’s hunger.
It’s the slow burn
of a lioness pacing,
claws unsheathed,
mouth wet with want.I am not lonely—
I am loaded.
Primed.
Every cell rehearsing
the choreography of our reunion.You are the storm I crave.
The sweat.
The surrender.
The sacred heat
that makes me forget
everything but you.Come home,
and I will show you
how love tastes
when it’s starved,
how pleasure feels
when it’s earned.I am not waiting—
I am ready.
And when you walk through that door,
I will ignite again.
For you.
With you.
Into you.🔥 I am the fire that never flickers—only flares when you return.
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🔥 Return to the Flame
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI don’t wait—
I ache.
I stretch across hours
like silk pulled taut
over desire.The bed misses your weight.
My body misses your caress.
I miss the way you unravel me
with a glance,
then stitch me back together
with your hands.This is not patience—
it’s hunger.
It’s the slow burn
of a lioness pacing,
claws unsheathed,
mouth wet with want.I am not lonely—
I am loaded.
Primed.
Every cell rehearsing
the choreography of our reunion.You are the storm I crave.
The sweat.
The surrender.
The sacred heat
that makes me forget
everything but you.Come home,
and I will show you
how love tastes
when it’s starved,
how pleasure feels
when it’s earned.I am not waiting—
I am ready.
And when you walk through that door,
I will ignite again.
For you.
With you.
Into you.🔥 I am the fire that never flickers—only flares when you return.
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🔥 Return to the Flame
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI don’t wait—
I ache.
I stretch across hours
like silk pulled taut
over desire.The bed misses your weight.
My body misses your caress.
I miss the way you unravel me
with a glance,
then stitch me back together
with your hands.This is not patience—
it’s hunger.
It’s the slow burn
of a lioness pacing,
claws unsheathed,
mouth wet with want.I am not lonely—
I am loaded.
Primed.
Every cell rehearsing
the choreography of our reunion.You are the storm I crave.
The sweat.
The surrender.
The sacred heat
that makes me forget
everything but you.Come home,
and I will show you
how love tastes
when it’s starved,
how pleasure feels
when it’s earned.I am not waiting—
I am ready.
And when you walk through that door,
I will ignite again.
For you.
With you.
Into you.🔥 I am the fire that never flickers—only flares when you return.
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🔥 Return to the Flame
by Crissy Bliss AddamsI don’t wait—
I ache.
I stretch across hours
like silk pulled taut
over desire.The bed misses your weight.
My body misses your caress.
I miss the way you unravel me
with a glance,
then stitch me back together
with your hands.This is not patience—
it’s hunger.
It’s the slow burn
of a lioness pacing,
claws unsheathed,
mouth wet with want.I am not lonely—
I am loaded.
Primed.
Every cell rehearsing
the choreography of our reunion.You are the storm I crave.
The sweat.
The surrender.
The sacred heat
that makes me forget
everything but you.Come home,
and I will show you
how love tastes
when it’s starved,
how pleasure feels
when it’s earned.I am not waiting—
I am ready.
And when you walk through that door,
I will ignite again.
For you.
With you.
Into you.🔥 I am the fire that never flickers—only flares when you return.
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Titre : Pinacle
À quoi bon un toit au kiosque de Trajan
Alors que quand je t’y baisais les fossettes
Après que nous l’ayons gagné en nageant,
Notre amour suffit à en être le faîte ?لمَ سقف لى كشك تراجان،
حين كنت أقبّل غمازتيك فيه
بعد أن سبحنا إليه معًا؟
أليس حبّنا كان كافيًا ليكون هو القمّة؟#art #oilpainting #egypt #antiquite #couple #love #LovePoems #nile
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— SEE YOU SOON ---
“I want to hold your hand.
Talk to you,
Walk with and be with you.Hug You
Laugh with you too.Share my dreams with you,
Hold you in my arms
Because I Love You
and I think the world of you!You are a gift
Who makes me smile
And makes my soul laugh
Just by being yourself.I'll see you soon
and we'll be together again.
Thank you. I Love you.”From (written journal, transcribed online on fedi)
See You Soon: a poem by Crissy Tish Addams#CreativeWriting #LovePoems #ModernPoetry #RomanticLove #SoulmateEnergy
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In this week's post on the Grammaticus website you can read "In Summer" by Lord Alfred Douglas - Oscar Wilde's (in)famous lover.
This sensual poem celebrates the joy and excitement of a summer romance - a perfect read for a hot summer's day like today!
https://grammaticus.blog/2025/07/24/in-summer-by-lord-alfred-douglas/
#lovepoems #poetry #englishliterature #summer #romance #learningenglish #englishvocabulary
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Rush of Wingspan (McGill-Queen's University Press) is forthcoming in March 2026. Today is the cover reveal.
https://eleonoreschonmaier.com/2025/06/26/cover-reveal/
#poetry #nature #music #piano #environmentalism #lovepoems #canadianliterature #wildlife
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
No amount of money
Can stop me from loving youA love poem I wrote RE: housing in Vancouver
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
No amount of money
Can stop me from loving youA love poem I wrote RE: housing in Vancouver
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
No amount of money
Can stop me from loving youA love poem I wrote RE: housing in Vancouver
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do not be deceived
when I hold you in my arms
that fluttering you hear
is just the resonating fear
that you will leave--
#resonance #lovePoems
#poem #poetry #5lines #poetrycommunity #writingCommunity -
Barley soup
grown thin from love—
the cat’s wife.Bashō
#haiku #lovePoems #cats #loveCats #CatsOfMastodon #Fedicats #catstodon #sumie #猫 #俳句 #墨絵
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Barley soup
grown thin from love—
the cat’s wife.Bashō
#haiku #lovePoems #cats #loveCats #CatsOfMastodon #Fedicats #catstodon #sumie #猫 #俳句 #墨絵
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Barley soup
grown thin from love—
the cat’s wife.Bashō
#haiku #lovePoems #cats #loveCats #CatsOfMastodon #Fedicats #catstodon #sumie #猫 #俳句 #墨絵
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Both partners
Sport whiskers—
Cats’ loveKonishi Raizan
(1654-1716)#haiku #lovePoems #cats #loveCats #CatsOfMastodon #Fedicats #catstodon #sumie #猫 #俳句 #墨絵
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Both partners
Sport whiskers—
Cats’ loveKonishi Raizan
(1654-1716)#haiku #lovePoems #cats #loveCats #CatsOfMastodon #Fedicats #catstodon #sumie #猫 #俳句 #墨絵
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Both partners
Sport whiskers—
Cats’ loveKonishi Raizan
(1654-1716)#haiku #lovePoems #cats #loveCats #CatsOfMastodon #Fedicats #catstodon #sumie #猫 #俳句 #墨絵
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Creator (Composition): Leonardo Gutiérrez Cruz Filmografía: Message in a bottle. 1999
Kevin Costner & Robin Wright PennTítulo: Amar con el alma.
#alma #almasgemelas #amaconelalma #amor #amorgenuino #amorincondicional #amorinfinito #amorparadar #amorparasiempre #amorporsiempre #amorreal #amorverdadero #GiftofGod #inlove #loveislove #loveinfinity #loveforever #lovepoems #lovereal #phrases #regalodeDios #RealLove #soul #soulgrowth #soulmate #vibes #vibratehigher #vibrationofLove
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There's still time to sign up for tomorrow's free class with Writers' Studio Corpus Christi
Sat. Feb 4th
2-4pm Central onlineJust in time for Valentines Day writer your sweetheart a Letter Poem.
#WritingCommunity #poetry #writer #workshop #freeclass #letterpoems #generativeworkshop #writingtime #writinglife #lovepoems #loveletters #valentinesday
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Check the out the latest media appearance of Zen Master Sebastian Rizzon on the Boston Free Radio program Open Reading with Sal Inglima. Click the link below or link in bio:
https://www.mixcloud.com/openreadingbfr/satdec10show/
#zen #zenart #zenmaster #art #zenartist #zenpoetry #poetry #lovepoems #zenpoem #universe #stars #zenpoet #flowers #joystreetstudios #joystreetartists #heart #cosmos #mind -
I write haiku to keep my brain stretchy. The book is now live!
Leaden patter falls
rhythmic cadence; watery feet
marching from the sky.Hundreds more in this volume:
#BookBoost #haiku #poetry #poem #book #BookLaunch #eBookJapan #haikuPoetry #haikuPoem #PoetryCommunity #poetsOfMastodon #haikus #poet #HaikuOfTheDay #DailyHaiku #HaikuADay #poems #microPoetry #writing #writer #haikuJam #poetryLovers #HaikuLover #RainyDay #nature #LovePoems #rain #authorChat