Chloe
Chloe
Nov 10, 2013

These men,
They don't mind sharing us.
They just don't want to know with who.

Unrequited Love
Unrequited Love
Jul 10, 2014

Now my clothes are stained with the memory's of the boys that took them off.

The ones that never bothered to learn my middle name.

And I never found out their favourite colour...

I can't get dressed without a flashback now days
#lust   #sex   #naked   #clothes   #slut   #lustpoem   #skank  
Slut or slut?
Ash Saveman
Ash Saveman
Apr 28, 2015

Slut or slut?
English or Swedish?
It doesn't matter

Slut
A person who sleeps around looking for love. Their body is no longer their own.

I no longer have love of my own. No one cares for me except for what I can provide for them. Sleeping around looking for love. Yet I get no gratification besides the others reaction. I hate myself for not having a sex drive.

Slut
End. The finale. Nothing left. All used up.

I am a hollow shell. There is nothing but sadness and hurt left. I'm all used up with nothing to give. The trash of humanity.

Slut or slut,
It doesn't matter
They are both me

If you are not a slut, and I am not like you,
Forgotten Dreams
Forgotten Dreams
May 29, 2014

You people think I care,
When you call me these names.
You think I haven't heard them all before.
But I will only ask one question,
If you are not a slut, and I am not like you,
Does that mean I am a slut?
Because yes I'm not like you...

It's not exactly a poem, more of a reaction .... but it is true for everyone out there that gets called names...It says a lot more about the name-caller than the you
Call me a slut
s
s
Jan 28

Call me a slut
I'm a virgin.
Call me a slut
I was raped.
Call me a slut
I want to have sex.
Call me a slut
I masturbate.

Call me a slut
I fell in love.
Call me a slut
I kissed a boy.
Call me a slut
I touch myself.
Call me a slut
there's things I enjoy.

Call me a slut
he hurt me.
Call me a slut
I said no.
Call me a slut
he did it anyway.
Call me a slut
I don't know.

Call me a slut
I can hear you.
Call me a slut
scream it loud.
Call me a slut
although I might cut.
Call me a slut
like you're proud.

Call me a slut
it will hurt me.
Call me a slut
This I swear.
Call me a slut
I know it's not true.
Call me a slut
it's not fair.

Of being a Slut.
Daniel Steven Moskowitz

I thought I knew
Who my friend,
Rhonda was
And what she stood for,
Until she got married,
Had kids and settled down.
By Settling Down,
It appears that she's Sold Out.
Some people used to accuse her
Of being a Slut.
I always defended her.
I never thought that she acted
Or dressed improperly at all.
She was just being
Her Natural Self,
But,
Now,
It seems as if she's prostituted her convictions.
She keeps all her opinions to herself.
Either deferring  to her Husband
Or her Affluent friends.
So,
Now,
I've lost the respect I used to have for Rhonda
When everyone else
Thought she was
A "Slut"

Hi, I'm a *slut.*
Olivia-Grace

Hi, I'm a slut.
I'm the girl who is only seen as a sexual slave.
I'm just digging my own grave.
Hi, I'm a slut.
Having sex seems to have marked me.
"Damn, let her be."
Hi, I'm a slut.
I never close my legs.
Drinking straight from kegs.
Hi, I'm a slut.
Today's world is so messed up that we are stuck with a meaningless name.
It's a game.
Hi, I'm a slut.
I've gotten more men then I can handle.
Caught up in a scandle.
Hi, I'm a slut.
Broken and threatened, bullied online.
Damn, she is so fine.
Hi, I'm a slut.
But I'm also a writer too.
An artist, a poet, but you never knew.
Hi, I'm a slut.
Where today in this world names can translate into actions.
And girls can get rapped.
And you can't escape.
Because fate is fate.
And I should not wear that because it's cut to low.
She's such a hoe.
She should just go.
Hi, I'm a slut.
And it's a title that never dies.
Breaking ties.
Because.
Hi, I'm a slut.
And I can never keep a guy.
No matter how hard I try.
And it's all a lie.
But, Hi...
I'm a slut.

Ruthie
Ruthie
Aug 4, 2014

I can't name or count how many guys I've looked at approvingly thinking 'I'd love to fuck him' or whatever people say when they give that approving eye glance and nod thing. Of course I do it. All the time. I'm eighteen for gods sake. I can look!

However,

I can count all the guys I've genuinely fancied on both hands.

I can count the guys I've really liked on one hand.

I can count the guys I've kissed on two fingers.

I can count the guys I've actually called my boyfriend on one finger.

But that is not the man I love.

None of them are.

Because he's not a statistic.

He's a part of my soul.

Dont ever call me a slut. Ever.
#love   #soul   #slut  
slut.
Emma Howard
Emma Howard
May 17, 2014

love.

to feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).

i learned to love with my lips and my hands, my body pressed against another's skin, whether their hands fondle my breasts or grip my throat does not seem to matter, because i myself do not feel as though i have worth; i haven't much to offer other than smooth curves and a (nearly) flat stomach.

self respect.

pride and confidence in oneself; a feeling that one is behaving with honor and dignity.

i do not respect myself; i am not honorable, nor proud of my actions, promiscuous ways, or clumsy feet that seem to trip me up at the slightest misstep. i am insecure and hesitant to treat myself as though i am of value. i do not believe in myself and put the sexual frustrations of others ahead of my self-image.

making love.

sexual love: sexual activities (often including sexual intercourse) between two people

i do not make love; i have never made love. i have told myself time and time before you love him and though i really do believe it to be true more often than not, he never tends to love me back, and somehow that makes the love i claimed to feel seem as though it is merely a counterfeit. i do not love; i only hope.

slut.

a woman who has many casual sexual partners.

though i have had many sexual interactions, i am not a slut. i am not a woman who gives herself away only for pleasure for the moment i did not intend to be used by different men of many ages; i am merely jaded and confused, for i do not love sex, i simply wish to love and be loved in return and though sex seems to be the quick solution, it has shown to be the biggest problem.

downfall.

a loss of power, prosperity, or status.

sex has become my most prominent downfall and though it affects only me it has seemed to tear my relationships, myself, my life, my family, my circle of friends, my mind apart. i have grown to loathe the male species and i have become a bitter shell of the girl i used to be; proud of what i was, i have never felt this way before and i do not intend to let myself continue to demean myself any longer.

love.

to feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).

i will learn to love myself, my flaws, my past, my scars, my downfalls, and my vices. i will show myself some respect and though i may never make love and yes i may be a slut by definition, i will love myself more than anything and anyone; i will not put others' sexual frustrations before my own self image and i will never let a boy's feelings towards me determine whether i feel right about having sex. i will not love the boys more than i love my dignity and i will not be a slut by definition,
but i will be me and i will be beautiful and i will be the only one i base my decisions on.

love.

noun; something i feel for myself more now than ever.

I've made a lot of mistakes. I may be a slut by definition, but will not let it control me. I've always been very insecure about the amount of boys I've slept with and the things I've done at such a young age. I am no longer telling myself I broken or worn, I am going to love myself as a whole, because that is all I can do.
 
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