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AUSTIN Aug 30
struck,
each time our
eyes connected

you passed
by again,
same look
in your beady red
eyes,
i have them too

I slipped
into
old shoes
old patterns
they led me
to your
doorstep

my mind
“we’ve aligned
it’s over,
it’s time”
body says
“touch me,
im just deprived”

A garden
of ****
is your room,
let’s roll it
and let this
feeling bloom

we aren’t two saints,
just two boys

phalluses
stiffen with
each kiss
each kiss
deepening
with each grind

eat me,
let
passion and
frustration
free between
us
tonight
-a fantasy on paper
Mark C Aug 17
my boyfriend blocks me for four days
because I won’t give him the chair he wants.
I’m left scrolling through IKEA listings,
pretending the algorithm knows my waiting.

outside, neighbors drag out plastic stools
for another birthday party. balloons
tied to the wrong wrist, a dog howling
like it knows who gets the last seat.

on day three, I start naming the chairs
in my apartment: recliner as prophet,
barstool as witness. I kneel before
the ottoman, bargaining like a priest.

when he unblocks me, it feels
less like forgiveness, more like return policy:
no receipt, box dented, parts missing.
we drag it inside together, silent, already exhausted.

what I wanted to say was:
I would’ve sat on the floor
if it meant staying.
Eddie Brewer Jun 27
The stars
That created us
Formed our souls
So we were perfect
For each other.
You and I are stardust
Our souls connect
We are a star
In human form.
I know your soul
I love your soul.
I wrote this poem for the love of my life. I also had him pick the title 💖💖
Anioł Jun 5
This is who I die for, Lord
I’m sorry I say this in Thy Holy Name
But it is not You whom I pray to nor praise

I am down on my knees for a new God

He does not judge me
He does not lash me for my sins
For He is my sin

His touch feels like the sunshine on my face
And He tastes of milk and honey
-
His voice is like a song of the sirens
And His scent is oh so alluring

And I cannot feel you, Lord!
How can I believe
When my real God is right here in front of me?
Before my eyes & before my touch

How could I not praise His Holy Name?
For it feels serene on my tongue
And Yours only when I’ve sinned
When I am on my knees
And begging for mercy

If I shall not lie with a male
As with a woman
Color me the abomination

I no longer worship those I fear
For it only comes with consequences

No God would bare His teeth
When His creations use their will as they please

We do not bite the hand that feeds
For the hand has been empty
And we are starving

His Name rings in my head
Like church bells on Sunday Morning
I want to pray to Him
-
To my never-faltering obsession

Send me to Hell
Because for all I care
My experience with Him
Felt like Heaven
male pov
john Apr 12
to my future lover,
to my future boy,
to my future love of my life and the like.

we haven't met yet,
and i'm not sure if we will,
but i'm willing to ask you a few questions of mine.

promise you'll be gentle?
promise you'll be kind?
promise you'll be loyal, mine and only mine?

i hope it's not too much,
i hope i'm not too much,
i hope you're okay with those requirements of mine,
i hope you're okay with holding me in your arms,
to drown,
to melt,
to snuggle in every inch of them.

please be gentle,
please be honest,
please be kind,
please be mine.

always, with undying love,
yours, sammy.
my first ever poem.
josef Feb 9
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do i like him
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

will i ever be with him
probably not probably not probably not probably not

am i sad about it
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

why do i like him
his eyes, his smile, his music taste, his curly hair, his sense of humour, his laugh, him

like an inaccessible mountain
he stands there
looking majestic and
beautiful
i will not ever be with him
and looking at him reminds me
he is not mine
he will not be mine
he can not be mine
unless god intervenes

i don’t want clever conversation
never want to work that hard
i just want someone that i can talk to
i want you just the way you are


not going to be his
not going to be anything but a friend
not going to run my hands through his black curls
not going to see him after we graduate college
not going to talk to him
not going to spend maths lessons with him
not going to talk to him in pe
not going to shove him again

what will i do
get a husband that’s not as good as him
one that doesn’t make me laugh like he does
one who doesn’t have his sense of humour, his curls, his music taste
one that isn’t him

what a **** life
a life without will french
a life without the man who makes me feel like someone cares about me

a life without oxygen
i don’t want to compromise
i’d rather have him
please god
god
god
god
lord
jesus
father
please
yahweh
let me be with him
a heaven without him isn’t heaven
heaven is perfect
he is perfect
perfection
perfect like
the rain
a black cat
his eyes
his hair
his freckles
josef Oct 2024
why bother, when
i have no lover
to hold or to be held
in his arms melt
Pierce Samuel Sep 2024
The storm rubbles in the eye
Of the man who never said goodbye
The lilac clashes against the fire
Home is the one place he is the liar

And the passion of flames fills his ears
The loudest screams, he does adhere
From the doubt he set at an early age
Caught in the cycle of endless rage

The scarred lips touch his own
The array of curls is not unknown
To the limit of time he did not speak
But in the stars the fire does seek
VALGRACE VALGRACE VALGRACE (I love Jason Grace and Leo Valdez)
MJZ Poetry Sep 2024
In quiet corners where shadows sway,
I hide desires that dare not betray.
A secret world, a whispered ale,
Yearning for love, yet fearing to be free.

In the dance of veils and subtle signs,
I navigate paths where truth entwines.
A heart in turmoil, longing to confess,
Yet bound by silence, an unseen caress.

But fate's gentle nudge, and subtle signs,
Draws me from darkness, breaks the wall.
To face the light, to embrace the day,
Where hidden desires find their way.

In the tender gaze and fleeting touch,
I glimpse a world where hearts clutch.
To finally breathe, to finally see,
The possibility of you and me.

So let the whispers fade, the doubts subside,
As we unravel secrets we've tried to hide.
In this quiet revolution, we'll find our way,
Where love can flourish, and we'll finally abide.
Check out my instagram @_mjz_poetry_  to see more and give some support!!!
mikey Sep 2024
that's just the way the body goes i guess
wanna mould my hands around his shoulders
through t-shirt and pyjama pants
wonder what the mirror shows him

that perfect mouth is smiling
do i wanna be him or ingest him
i wish that i could memorise it
wanna put my mouth around the reflection

kiss him everywhere until he sees red
hold his perfect imperfect face and
taste myself on his breath
take his arms or be held in them
i wanna feel and i wanna know
i guess that's just the way the body goes
everyone knows the waist / is just the way the body goes - mccaferty
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