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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Flutes Ache

Flutes Ache ode

Indeed ; I ‘m not aspiring to the eternity, but the fact of the matter is that I reprimand the wind at the opening of the poem. I roster as God does in the poets’ funeral. I lie down on

I Choose Life

I Choose Life short poem

Gasped for air as if suffocating, Not that breathing was strenuous, 
or I suffering disease, From responsibility I carried. With lips many profess to love me. Yet blinded to how I was affected. They explained: it was for me, if

Memory Walk

Memory Walk short poem

Wanted to visit old lanes for a mocking bird. A luminous proxy wanted to play a game. Treachery flees from the trees and settles on the white wings of flying swans. No logarithm will stop to watch the invisible numbers

Where Is Humanity?

Where Is Humanity? short poem

The grey-haired die of hunger, the children’s’ store full of food, While still breasting, death snatches her mom, She faces the wrath of her step-mother, what crime is she paying for? While still nurturing her infant, the shadow snatches her

From The Eyes Of A Tourist

From The Eyes Of A Tourist long poem

It was an elated evening Full of excitement and emotions filled, when my flight was landing Welcoming climate was pleasant but grew chilled It was my very first visit to Srinagar Which is acclaimed as a paradise on Earth When

Unconditional Love? Perhaps Yes…Perhaps No

Unconditional Love? Perhaps Yes…Perhaps No short poem

You came as a pretty cute gift of love, That we received, looking a real ‘ WoW’ We decided you will be there on the centre table, Lest we adore you less, and that became your cradle Since then never

Why

Why short poem

Why did the spider eat the fly? Why did the fly have to die? I tried so hard not to cry. As I wiped a tear from my eye. Why did the frog eat the spider. Why did the spider

The missing connection

The missing connection short poem

May be the winds might know which way it turned, or fish might guide through that deep undercurrent. The flora and fauna of that desolated island, help unravel the mystery if it ever land. But with all the technologies, the

You’re Free But I

Youre Free But I short poem

Love is a nicotine, hurts but, it’s mine. The angry pulse feels like a needle tussle, ain’t no relief, drunk in your memory old monk. Blood rushing in cold, as the moment unfolds, Mind, all numb, noise of the silent

The Man In The Glass

The Man In The Glass prose poem

Looking in the glass I saw a fine young man Was it him only I was searching for a long span He never laughed at me when I cried He always smiled at me when I smiled He stood with

I Am Dead

I Am Dead elegy

I am Dead! O wind! O sky! I know you have no tears to cry for me, Believe it; you have a song to sing for me! Just shake the trees and make them dance. My life was busy, I

I am alive

I am alive short poem

The day has been ghastly but I have survived the desolation desperate like a mast-less ship at the high seas with the anchor lost too just waiting for fate to toss and turn and throw me to a shore but

Polite Pigtails

Polite Pigtails short poem

The days are dark and bleak Nights cold , crushed and coy A twinkling star just smiles by Soars my heart with joy! The hut that I live in Vacant , vague and wry Mother’s hand on forehead Comfort in

Summer Is Late, My Heart

Summer Is Late, My Heart short poem

My last night with her Sunflowers stalk. Let them watch, remember, and blazon this onto their petals Time decays my memory Last summer gets harder to remember Will harvesting the sunflowers replenish me? Two summers have died. That memory I

Whisperings

Whisperings short poem

There is an utterer in my mind Sometimes it shouts and is unkind At times it sings a carefree tune As if it’s a sunny day at noon Oh, but it can be careless Screaming at me with its furiousness

You Are My Eyes!

You Are My Eyes! long poem

I touch your lips, feel your smile I smell your fragrance, sense your phantom I hear your footsteps coming by, I forget myself for a while Though statued, unfazed and still With the constant novice gestures A smile dies at

A Benign Place

A Benign Place short poem

In a story that i wanna tell there are tracks often traveled but for different reasons but i travel to find myself For when i first visited they held a part of me captive and no, i do not go

A Departing Dawn

A Departing Dawn prose poem

It is the crimson dawn. I know him since stars traveled away and never came back; his voice is silence, his walk glee of birds, his taste the sigh of earth, his fingers a chill. Every day I watch him

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day ode

What will I dance to at your wedding? I didn’t learn to foxtrot or waltz, like my grandparents. I will ask the DJ if he has some oldies and I will embarrass you with the Birdie Song, or Las Macarena,

Child Play

Child Play ode

pick me up i drag my corpse once again back to the ground gravity, why are you greedy? hay and lilac grass i want to sleep peacefully to put it bluntly i crash and sleep momentum shifts and careless lips

Brew

Brew short poem

you wouldn’t know them except for their orders gliding like dolls hovering, footless, wearing bright dresses that brush the dusty floor the kind a proud mother would pick out then stand behind their chairs distracted trying to tame their cowlicks.

Love Scenes

Love Scenes short poem

1. A body lives in my pocket I fathered a hundred moons. 2. You touch me with wet nose I know you have come. 3. The golden grapes on your tongue were very sweet. 4. Illusion becomes a squatter I

Ghost Town

Ghost Town short poem

Standing in the among the ruins of what Used to be a thriving little gold fever town I swore I heard music and laughter coming From the half-moon saloon, I walked around But nobody could be found still I could

Justin Bieber

Justin Bieber short poem

My favorite singer, Justin Bieber. He calls his fans beliber, And i’m his believer. His songs are really good, that it would make person skip his food. Turns the listener in a good mood, Even for little red riding hood.

Untitled

Untitled short poem

You charm me It’s all about the tricks you play Tickling my feet Splashing my hair I laugh You whisper We dance You mesmerize me How you never stop your little game, Six hours here Six hours there Back and

Alone

Alone short poem

Walking on the sand No one around My feet move forward Stuck to the ground Never will I wade Never will I swim For I will fade Against my own whim No soul to complete me No one to trust

The Beast

The Beast short poem

The curves of a dark alley hide the secret of long lost happiness. My mind meanders in the narrow paths and a gush of brackish water hits my face, chokes my thoughts. I hear the cries of memories drowned there