Virginity Poems

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

Trapped In Amber

Trapped In Amber short poem

All those times it seemed unlikely for your body to hold together your heart, bucking so hard, speaking with someone in full bloom of infatuation, the glint of their smile, their clean animal scent, candles flickering on windowsills Outside winter

Poems containing references to : Virginity

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

Twilight

Twilight short poem

On periphery of gestures and casts I speak for fading integrity while a fossil of a scream was stolen from the womb of language. On becoming silent, an untitled truth shakes sensibility. Small vignettes track the battleships of calligraphy. The

Scent Memory

Scent Memory short poem

The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty

Grammar

Grammar short poem

Only the love-birds will know it was time of inquisition. There was a lot of prodding in the neighbourhood. A voice without sound was resenting with guilt-virginity and the bell tolls for a zero hour. The entrusted trust was still

Shakespeare In The Park

Shakespeare In The Park short poem

Torrents swept the gutters Mercutio ran in from the parking lot hoping there would be no stabbings under Romeo’s arm today frogs felt the building mud and croaked atypical for Seattle at any time haunted house thunder shook the aged

Proposal

Proposal short poem

The angel of friendship rumoured of an affair with a demon; The legacy of beings of every Earth Lives through its connections. A tale of geese of the morning sky, Pose as a ‘V’, glorifying amity. Owing to misapprehension of

Being Me

Being Me long poem

Does the society know my stand? I am not with a price tag to be sold to a man. I work everyday till the sky is red, till the earth turns black and the sound is dead. Why me? My

Guilt

Guilt short poem

Guilt is a mermaid picking strawberries at a grocery shop You think you see it there But you are the only one And you are allergic to strawberries. Guilt is an armour you tragically fall into As soon as you

Nasty World

Nasty World ballad

The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment, For their beauty is their curse; One can not listen to the cry, As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,

Mirage

Mirage short poem

A futurist virginity in black rose was seeking posthumous award for immoral kisses of thorns. Unaware of lethal thighs skipping the lunar landscape at night. Were you going to leap over the mountains curling across the glaciers of white pain?

Heterosexuality

Heterosexuality short poem

Were you ready for a virginity test to cross the umbrella of harpoons. A chilled moon will welcome you after slaying the hot sun in the valley of gods. A schism scoops ignominy. Seeing the lights which were not there.

Upright Mirrors

Upright Mirrors short poem

for beheading the raceme three bullets went into the bubbling chest the assassins had come when she was alone with scars on wings she sailed on voices of silence the melody had kissed the moon in night without veil it

Stevie B

Stevie B long poem

Although those many years have passed Having every bit of reason to grasp The true message in his songs Seen him twice in Hartford, Ct That brother made a dent in my true memory as a young G Spring love

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Blood

Blood short poem

I am aware Blood is Red I am knowledgeable that Blood flows through the veins in side the body I know the colour of the blood in all living species is Red Oxygen purifies Blood Pure Blood is Good for

Anchorage

Anchorage short poem

I do not want to take you, either the road ahead, or lovely gyrations on low stage of voicelessness. The swoop of eagle on a little bundle, of chromatic fever: was it unbirdy? The tree of death grows taller than

Silence

Silence short poem

Can I kill he asked the sun had just gone down evening promised cool breeze and a light shower to go along love was in the air and he had a gun in his hand Can I kill he asked

Daughter

Daughter short poem

She was a girl who loved colors and art The fact that she couldn’t draw tore her apart Maybe trying a different method would work, she thought As razor blades and cutters she bought She started drawing and the canvas

Fate Of Every Relation

Fate Of Every Relation short poem

Why in every relation Coming our way Beginning with its amazing intensity The warmth the coziness Like morning suns ray And just when you feel Comfortable settling It starts to wither away Falling like leaves of autumn day What is

You Can Do It

You Can Do It short poem

You are looking outside To fix what’s inside No one else can do it for you It’s something only you can do There are things in your past That you are not proud of They are your demons Only you

Picking Up The Pieces

Picking Up The Pieces short poem

How do you pick up the pieces of your own broken heart, When each individual piece is like a shard of glass? How does one even know how or where to start, When it’s not exactly taught at school in

Where Our Hearts Meet

Where Our Hearts Meet short poem

  My beloved, The first time our eye’s met With our lives under the moon’s control And your curious lips went upon mine, My eye’s glimmered My beloved, The precious moments we composed together, The instants in which we felt

Simply Mendacious

Simply Mendacious short poem

Somewhere between being expressive and fictitious I got lost. Never did it cross my mind such drama for nuance, Maybe am not that adroit; but lately you’ve been so vexatious, Delving into an endless rest- for a tinge of flattery

O’ Holy Mother

O Holy Mother short poem

O’ Holy Mother have heart on a broken soul tonight Surround me in your divine and graceful love light Cleanse me of my sins in the blood of your all mighty Powerful son…help me be the man God would like

A Maudlin

A Maudlin long poem

Etched on my mind is a maudlin Of the times when sky was blue And the sun was bright, high noon. Shadows were weird and creepy but Shades held the wayfarer’s blues. Water meadows were wide spread And herds fill

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand

I Smiled At Death And Held His Hand short poem

When I was born, so was death. He awaits my last breath. I would be death’s thorn. Each morn I trilled, and eye balled him. Told him death be a sin, and his thoughts he must kill. Time scurried, passing

Autumn’s Red Hair

Autumns Red Hair short poem

My name has been written in a piece of letter, waiting for me to come for a warm conversation. I was lost… I was swimming into the imagination of the melancholy. Leaves were embraced in the street. It was autumn.

The Swing

The Swing long poem

You’ve never starved yourself you’ll never be a runway model and for a time that made you sad never to be like an Amazon – though you found out they burnt off their right breast to make archery easier –

Dawn is not far

Dawn is not far short poem

Dawn is not far, I can feel the first rays of light Though not see them yet The wind is cold as it should be… Dampness of dew is all around me I can almost hear the birds chirping Dawn

Looking For Each Other

Looking For Each Other short poem

Looking for each other Hands trapped in long tresses, mouths thirstily biting other’s words even before on the lips to be born, eyes looking the zenith in other’s eyes’ depths – the thirst for each other is relentless and it

Froth

Froth short poem

Under the warmth of summery stars And old, bored ceiling fan That help the heat descend From our cemented roof Onto our old wooden bed, Let us put our past and our clothes Behind the night. Let us play the

Nature’s Masterpiece: The Child

Natures Masterpiece: The Child long poem

The Child… Nature’s complex and fascinating bundle of joy…. begins his exploratory itinerary of Life in the big world, outside the shelter … of his mother’s arms… recording the inexhaustible personality of Nature around him!! Looking around …he sees Nature,

Living On The Edge!

Living On The Edge! short poem

I hang by the cliff Always on the edge Clinging by the thread of my sanity I try harder and harder To climb back And be sane and be stable But my weak hands Do not support me Attain that

Lone Goat

Lone Goat prose poem

Dwelling above Lake Louise is a young Alpha mountain goat who got run out of his pack for trying to take control away from the senior Alpha mountain goat. Young Alpha mountain goat is a feisty and shaggy beast. Fearless!

All of time

All of time short poem

The wine the wine it tastes so divine… The world is our oyster with pearls before swine… The laughter and rejoicing in everyone’s mind… The food is as fulfilling as times are so fine… The moon is full as my

Our Society

Our Society short poem

Society … A place where some people still suffer , you see the gap between the top and jeans but not between the blouse and peticote , guys are you blind or duffer ? Boys can actually disturb the whole

Spring Time Revelries

Spring  Time Revelries prose poem

Hail to you o gracious guest The most awaited and cherished Alighting majestically onto the earth With splendid ceremony of a real king Whose eventful advent does signal A fast retreat of the winter chill That has been rather unkind

Understandings of War

Understandings of War sonnet poems

The world’s a puzzle of inconvenience The members who inhabit it are worse than fallen angels Ghoulishness, fears, abhorrence are their manifest examples And for them there’s palpably nothing like repentance Rare, are the souls who proliferate forbearance As malicious

Love Sonnet 215

Love Sonnet 215 sonnet poems

I know not what the coming future brings, I hold no reins of destiny in hand, But know that all the songs my heart now sings, Will go on just for you while yet I stand; No thunder, loud, will

Neptune

Neptune short poem

Spiritual regeneration and universal intelligence Neptune in the 9th hour invokes lucid dreams and third eye visions of intuitiveness oh Lapis Lazuli in the shadow of a frosted moon I become omniscient like the great horned owl to Samhains’ coming