Sexuality Poems

Sexuality poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of sexuality poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on sexuality are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Stay.

Stay. prose poem

you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph,

Take Me As I Am

Take Me As I Am short poem

You say I’m rebellious. That it’s just a phase. But please listen to me when I tell you, that’s not the case. Some say I’m despicable, that I’ve lost my morals, but I’m not the only one, that their words

Poems containing references to : Sexuality

You And I

You And I short poem

Feminism is not about you and me, For me it stands for humanity. A little love, a little respect, Is all I crave, is all I expect. You call me a goddess, Fold your hands and pray to me. Yet

Her

Her prose poem

You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You

Violence Against Women

Violence Against Women long poem

From inner room to open field, from kitchen countertop to office desk, her travails remain the same. Everyday she tells stories that draws tears from hearers’ eyes, unceasingly, stories that elicit sympathy-she relates to her listeners; beyond description account on

A Letter To Adele In My Head

A Letter To Adele In My Head long poem

*Read as Macloghin, with a g, not an f Angriness paves way to thought and it is me who is thinking, though I feel otherwise, and see whoever it was that god in that song, telling me to be clown’s

What Harm Is There In A Thorn?

What Harm Is There In A Thorn? long poem

Racism is a poisoned thorn that is imbedded in the heart of America. At first glance, it appears the thorn is merely a sliver creating a small amount of—discomfort but not really a wound worth considering after all, it will

Hands Of Enemy

Hands Of Enemy short poem

With frugal memory you wanted to tame the radical spine, while fright was bending the thighs. Was it a travesty of the graduated thumb? The speed of the river had accelerated in aching land. People gathered to collect the alms

Child Marriage: Plights Before Me

Child Marriage: Plights Before Me short poem

Child Marriage: Plights Before Me. Innocence in me, society betrayed, joy in me- society destroyed, wonderful future ahead of me society truncated. Child Marriage: Plights Before Me. Innocence in me, society betrayed, joy in me- society destroyed, wonderful future ahead

Solidarity

Solidarity short poem

Still talking to a ghost in oblique manner about sexuality. A centuary plant has not bloomed; wants to die. The loincloth covers the ocean floor where it shipwrecked. A fake will do. God was on dialysis. Chemistry of kiss did

Arrival

Arrival short poem

Between she and he and sexuality swoops a gender patenting a word, as it is, at the birth’s door pretending to be a kiss of radical thought. Mediocrity always has an intentionality with colored plumage, a passionate dance before the

Peace Afterwards

Peace Afterwards short poem

Was it a summer storm of sexuality? Only the chaste statue stood in threads, and then went down the cuticle with nipple rings. The demand of namelessness was rising in the dim shadows of brisk tones. To step down from

Moving Off

Moving Off short poem

After a long time, I heard them again: peacocks. Bequeathing the pilgrim sun to palm trees; poised to open sexuality. Ah, the purple lips of a downing cloud sets the sky on a chase for a lost love of the

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Featureless And White

Featureless And White short poem

This night of the long vigil has betrayed my soul. Columns of smoke arise from the landscape of shrines. There is no need now, to sing the praise of oblique wars. Truth has made a big dent in my heart.

Rhapsody In The Feet Of Master

Rhapsody In The Feet Of Master short poem

Rhapsody in the Feet of Master He called me to come in his room The moment I entered into his room I felt as if I am entering In sanctum Sanctorum He sat down on his chair And closed his

Tears For The Lost Memory

Tears  For The Lost Memory prose poem

It was like yesterday when the rain was failing and it never seems to stop when the sun was shining but it never seems to set. But today I was lift with the memory I thought things will continue to

Love Sonnet 218

Love Sonnet 218 sonnet poems

Our tryst in time, a happenstance gone by, Went all so well and sweet, but very swift, My heart, in sorrow did nothing but cry, On rivers of its tears it’s now adrift; Short were those days, the sun made

Against The Times

Against The Times short poem

Lipped-wet, Counterfeits. Fakes neither audible nor visible. The moment dies in our hands. It was a non- happening. Silence booms destroying the palace, of dreams. I should have become the scissors. This poem is not charitable gnawing at the underlip

Packets

Packets short poem

Grey has become friends With ancient dreams. Lack of sunlight in the brain made Tigers myriad minded to seek food in the garth Unfamiliar fathers surrender their might on The nonchalance of their own growing up off springs The throat

Inverted

Inverted short poem

A tribal instinct stops the nemesis: Spraying the blood-soaked, small foot prints on my chest; unlocking, I accept myself. Why contained anger of awesome ache over the periphery? Through the atrophied, black limbs – an elite infusion of trespassing knowledge?

Prank

Prank short poem

Someone stood a mannequin on a rural highway away from the nearest town, just past a bridge in a gap in the safety lights. It did not wait, just remained an immobile figure, dressed up in black clothing, until a

Jazz Up

Jazz Up prose poem

“Jazz up with every drop of rain bonding the earth. To quench your thirst they always take endless birth. Rising from the earth,feel the aroma tickle your nose. Conquer the speed at which lightning occurs. Be the spark which it

Mischievous Little Me

Mischievous Little Me short poem

When I was just a kid Funny little things I did Things told to forbid You may call it misdeed One sunny day I so played Buried in the dust I strayed Homework postponed, I delayed Dad won’t be back

Torn Asunder

Torn Asunder ballad

Draw me a Valentine A common link A broken arrow And perfectly pink A tear down the cheek So vividly seen A boy and a girl Together they glean Love is written A letter to read Feelings so rare A

Golden End

Golden End short poem

All I wanted was to arrive from the absence of me, through the sluice of scars; life was never the same again. Some inner birth took place; awakening of sorrow for the attempts to take on adversary. Pure disquiet, I

Silent Prayers

Silent Prayers short poem

Prayers have a goal To reach the silence in your soul. Everyday I pray For a hopeful new day. How many times I pray Depends on how much I stray. Never too early in the day To kneel down and

Mr. Officer

Mr. Officer short poem

I ask you to look my soul Not my color because that is a shade of my temple I beg for you to reach for my heart before it stands still For years to come after the action comes to

Here, In My Arms.

Here, In My Arms. long poem

She was the blessing, She was the smile. She was the much awaited, From my womb into my hands. She was so tiny, Yet so appealing. One said–so red, fresh & blooming, Yeah, she was my little rose! For the

My Darling Child

My Darling Child short poem

Were you not born Had you not looked at me I would be a “No” person Your little fingers Your smooth hand Your rolling eyes Your funny smile Take me to Heaven And lo…my dear Darling little child You are

River Of Time

River Of Time short poem

Still-flowing River of Time! Would I may store you In dollar or dime Had you but store value! I would these cupped hands Could stay you, O indivisibly-grained sands Of invisibly-seen hue! And we shall, my love and I, Pit

Exporting

Exporting short poem

That kind of kiss and runoff. Why don’t you concede to the fraud? It was a haunted dilemma, kidnapping of a verdict. Dinosaurs were wiped out by a clean sweep of a meteorite long back, millions of years. Now, present

Fall

Fall short poem

Remembering the days of old, when father raked the leaves of Golden, yellow, brown and orange Jumping into the huge crisp pile, I tossed them all about As my father raked them on top of me I would creep out

Turn Around

Turn Around short poem

A few years after you arrived, like a prodigal, you wouldn’t abide You soon began to run Now, you must return, To face the rising sun It’s time to stop and think about your unruly life For so long, you

Embarrassment, Miracle And Conscience

Embarrassment, Miracle And Conscience short poem

‘Embarrassment’ said: Some are born to be embarrassed every moment of their life Life never shows itself nice to them ‘Miracle’ added: You are the sunshine to my darkness In a place filled with embarrassment You walked in and spilled

Gift

Gift short poem

she sometimes wished her heart so heavy with love unspoken would rise to heavens as rain filled cloud and there dissolving in joyous downpour would gift the earth an emerald spring

Smile

Smile short poem

Presuming SMILE is life , I Made it a habit to smile all the way I started walking with a smiling face My sudden change brought in varied reaction Some responded with a counter smile Some reciprocated with laughter Some

The Socratic Existence

The Socratic Existence short poem

The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder gently and said: “Clouds will talk to you now” I turned around, looked up at the sky and drops filled my eyes. Daily I was drinking hemlock to understand my ignorance of

The Mighty Maple

The Mighty Maple prose poem

Tiny droplets from the tap; perfect timing of the sap. Trees’ free gifts of God’s great bounty; wooden buckets in every county. Then to kitchen and to table, a syrup known for years, since cradle. And golden color everywhere, lights

Well-Wishers

Well Wishers short poem

There was a time When well-wishers Were really Well-wishers! I used to feel happy When people told me That they were my Well-wishers! But, no more— The world has changed In all these years! Today, When I hear the same

Stop The Slaughter

Stop The Slaughter sonnet poems

Why dont you refuse to be selfish and cruel, Over meat you drool Why have you become animals’ graveyard, These mute creatures are worthy to be safeguard Why are you keen on feeding your tyrannical appetite, Are you blind to