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"homoerotic" poems

I dream of you in ten shades of blue, belly as beastly as the moon as tarred as the rounds of your eyes, I bud feathers beneath the bulbs of my lungs as your chin crepes down to the sun, I dream of you as the cold bites my blossoming cheeks, palms as big as the sky, as bold as my tongue during a spat over and over again, love and hate and versa and versa, I dream of you during my wake as I lay shaking, bones glued to the pulps of my skin, I dream of you but only as I breathe and so then what of my death, will you leave me as she left you and he, I and her and we, baby, baby, tell me, do you often dream of me too?

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Nov 14, 2016

Nov 14, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC

of ********** pillow fights

I dream of you in ten shades of blue, belly as beastly as the moon as tarred as the rounds of your eyes, I bud feathers beneath the bulbs of my lungs as your chin crepes down to the sun, I dream of you as the cold bites my blossoming cheeks, palms as big as the sky, as bold as my tongue during a spat over and over again, love and hate and versa and versa, I dream of you during my wake as I lay shaking, bones glued to the pulps of my skin, I dream of you but only as I breathe and so then what of my death, will you leave me as she left you and he, I and her and we, baby, baby, tell me, do you often dream of me too?

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So much to say, so few words find my lips It’s like I kissed a girl And gave her all my words At first I thought it was my breath She took away She spoke and I listened In awe, Of the way her sentences glided from The back of her throat, tongue, teeth, lips- Lips. I once kissed a girl And left all my words on her lips Like some weird- ****** up- ********** Little Mermaid She was Ursula and Prince Eric Stealing my freedom My voice but still My captain, knight in shining armor She was the prince The sea witch Everything I was warned of Everything I still dreamed about When Ursula took Ariel’s voice She used it for another But she used it for me On me- But the good words got used up They were on a countdown timer Without restart or pause Then there were only bad words Then none I once kissed a girl and gave her all my words Now I have none left.

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Oct 15, 2018

Oct 15, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC

I once kissed a girl

So much to say, so few words find my lips It’s like I kissed a girl And gave her all my words At first I thought it was my breath She took away She spoke and I listened In awe, Of the way her sentences glided from The back of her throat, tongue, teeth, lips- Lips. I once kissed a girl And left all my words on her lips Like some weird- ****** up- ********** Little Mermaid She was Ursula and Prince Eric Stealing my freedom My voice but still My captain, knight in shining armor She was the prince The sea witch Everything I was warned of Everything I still dreamed about When Ursula took Ariel’s voice She used it for another But she used it for me On me- But the good words got used up They were on a countdown timer Without restart or pause Then there were only bad words Then none I once kissed a girl and gave her all my words Now I have none left.

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there's no point writing out what poetry is... if you don't actually write it. a whiskey prior noon, too soon, too soon, too soon? i'll be cooking a turkey curry later, a whiskey prior noon, too soon, too soon, too soon?! rhyme or rhythmic, perhaps the latter in Dante's trinity of rhymes - poetry of the near-illiterate, who never read as much as could have been - thinking it out as origin and originals - a man without influence is not worth reciting - he'll still have to borrow the life of a Henry VIII somehow, whether he has or hasn't read a book concerning the man - while the Vatican emerges as the gossip library of all the European royal families, and indeed Henry VIII dubbed Anne Boleyn's cow dangler ******* duckies - i think it's due to the fact he quacked while he suckled the ******* like a pre-mature **** not producing ***** - seriously, no milk; and as honesty goes, ********** literature does it for me, patron saint kenneth rexroth - self-education moulds the self into a pristine sequence of surprises - there the pop of a balloon, there the weeping clown... there the giraffe on stilts! indeed even at university entry point where i deposited my self i came back with debts! idiotic treachery of teaching the politicised version of language, as language per se simply called grammatically sound, in politics simply versed "correct"; two satans from Syria while Solomon had his harem, a third from Poland, they say the holocaust, 6 million if not more citizens of the world with polish passports - mind you they took the Diogenes quote into left and right parallel readied for a march - Apollo listened then laughed at the failures counting to 13 - laughing while the words 'too the moon!' were eased out from his helium filled lungs.

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Apr 28, 2016

Apr 28, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

if i can't strut like a peacock, i'll croak like a crow

there's no point writing out what poetry is... if you don't actually write it. a whiskey prior noon, too soon, too soon, too soon? i'll be cooking a turkey curry later, a whiskey prior noon, too soon, too soon, too soon?! rhyme or rhythmic, perhaps the latter in Dante's trinity of rhymes - poetry of the near-illiterate, who never read as much as could have been - thinking it out as origin and originals - a man without influence is not worth reciting - he'll still have to borrow the life of a Henry VIII somehow, whether he has or hasn't read a book concerning the man - while the Vatican emerges as the gossip library of all the European royal families, and indeed Henry VIII dubbed Anne Boleyn's cow dangler ******* duckies - i think it's due to the fact he quacked while he suckled the ******* like a pre-mature **** not producing ***** - seriously, no milk; and as honesty goes, ********** literature does it for me, patron saint kenneth rexroth - self-education moulds the self into a pristine sequence of surprises - there the pop of a balloon, there the weeping clown... there the giraffe on stilts! indeed even at university entry point where i deposited my self i came back with debts! idiotic treachery of teaching the politicised version of language, as language per se simply called grammatically sound, in politics simply versed "correct"; two satans from Syria while Solomon had his harem, a third from Poland, they say the holocaust, 6 million if not more citizens of the world with polish passports - mind you they took the Diogenes quote into left and right parallel readied for a march - Apollo listened then laughed at the failures counting to 13 - laughing while the words 'too the moon!' were eased out from his helium filled lungs.

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Humans still engage in ********** play with masks & beads? I am so glad we have come so far for a dollar. That kitty litter is fresh too!

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Feb 17, 2015

Feb 17, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC

Humans still engage in ********** play with masks & beads? I am so glad we have come so far for a dollar. That kitty litter is fresh too!

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i remember meeting you in the back of house, where your words were loose and wild. i was brining some guests plates in that needed to be cleaned after their meal. i got to talking with some coworker about some bull **** coworkers talk about, probably complaining about some old lady who wanted truffle fries and only got regular fries. you had to chime in when there was a cadence with some ********** comment to display your manliness and status amongst your kitchen staff. that game always seemed counterproductive to me. you pinned me for someone i wasn't. i did the same to you. somehow along the way, between all your lewd remarks, we became friends. i believe it began over our affinity for the Buffalo Bills. You said you liked them because they were the underdogs and you hated the Miami Dolphins. I told you they were my hometown team and you said "no **** get the **** outa here. You're from Buffalo?" the way you said it lead me to assume you were from New York. You told me you were from upstate and missed it. I told you how much time my family spent up there in the summers, doing outdoorsy things. burning fires, drinking beer underage, walking barefoot through the forrest. we bonded. we learned a lot more about each other. you were divorced and knew that you could never love another woman as much as you loved your ex. she gave you two beautiful kids. she also took 3/4 of you paycheck and left you for broke. the rest you drank away with me when our shifts were over. you told me about your drug habits, and i told you about mine. i told you about my childhood and you said you were sorry. i helped you drive your kids to school when your ex wife was too busy. we got drunk and shot so much **** there was a chip on your shoulder. there was a chip on mine too. i got to see you cry when i accused you of using again. i think you knew what i said was true. i came down on you hard because i had just lost two jobs, a girlfriend i thought would have my children, and someone that lived in your apartment complex crashed into my brand new car while i was waiting on you. we were on the way to get your kids from school. you knew i meant well but i could see the guilt in your eyes. i helped you with your kids a handful of times after that. we would get breakfast after and talk about work and women. after work we'd get ****** and eat at some small Mexican stand in 90 degree weather. i fell asleep at the wheel and totaled my car some time later. shortly after i left for tour and then you died. some secrets you take to the grave. thank you.

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Feb 25, 2017

Feb 25, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC

i remember meeting you in the back of house, where your words were loose and wild. i was brining some guests plates in that needed to be cleaned after their meal. i got to talking with some coworker about some bull **** coworkers talk about, probably complaining about some old lady who wanted truffle fries and only got regular fries. you had to chime in when there was a cadence with some ********** comment to display your manliness and status amongst your kitchen staff. that game always seemed counterproductive to me. you pinned me for someone i wasn't. i did the same to you. somehow along the way, between all your lewd remarks, we became friends. i believe it began over our affinity for the Buffalo Bills. You said you liked them because they were the underdogs and you hated the Miami Dolphins. I told you they were my hometown team and you said "no **** get the **** outa here. You're from Buffalo?" the way you said it lead me to assume you were from New York. You told me you were from upstate and missed it. I told you how much time my family spent up there in the summers, doing outdoorsy things. burning fires, drinking beer underage, walking barefoot through the forrest. we bonded. we learned a lot more about each other. you were divorced and knew that you could never love another woman as much as you loved your ex. she gave you two beautiful kids. she also took 3/4 of you paycheck and left you for broke. the rest you drank away with me when our shifts were over. you told me about your drug habits, and i told you about mine. i told you about my childhood and you said you were sorry. i helped you drive your kids to school when your ex wife was too busy. we got drunk and shot so much **** there was a chip on your shoulder. there was a chip on mine too. i got to see you cry when i accused you of using again. i think you knew what i said was true. i came down on you hard because i had just lost two jobs, a girlfriend i thought would have my children, and someone that lived in your apartment complex crashed into my brand new car while i was waiting on you. we were on the way to get your kids from school. you knew i meant well but i could see the guilt in your eyes. i helped you with your kids a handful of times after that. we would get breakfast after and talk about work and women. after work we'd get ****** and eat at some small Mexican stand in 90 degree weather. i fell asleep at the wheel and totaled my car some time later. shortly after i left for tour and then you died. some secrets you take to the grave. thank you.

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I was dancing in the bar Where love was the drug I was soon dancing among the common people Stepping into the shoes of glasses Shots for flaming heads for friday nights Crazy nights could come with the gay fights I was dancing in the bar Falling into the glasses and laissez faire Breaking the coffee in the corner Creating riffs, and shaking hips I was dancing in a lesbian bar Critics were not in the ********** kunstelromm I was reading books, and apparently working overtime They say tomoboys read books If I don’t do it right, I can be wrong

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Aug 17, 2019

Aug 17, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC

I can be content

I was dancing in the bar Where love was the drug I was soon dancing among the common people Stepping into the shoes of glasses Shots for flaming heads for friday nights Crazy nights could come with the gay fights I was dancing in the bar Falling into the glasses and laissez faire Breaking the coffee in the corner Creating riffs, and shaking hips I was dancing in a lesbian bar Critics were not in the ********** kunstelromm I was reading books, and apparently working overtime They say tomoboys read books If I don’t do it right, I can be wrong

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Haiku ? What you want ISN’T POETRY Nor, is what you are making . Its a crossword puzzle! Restricted, confined not necessarily useless, but unwanted by the rest of us. What I want is not poetry . ITS A SOAPBOX , not respected Obeyed ! (Don’t expect us to revel in your artificial cleverness. I can’t candy coat my sledgehammer for the smug little puzzle palace where people confuse compression with clarity and restraint with relevance or innovation. ) It’s not the form that’s brilliant . Neither is a form that hinders it. It’s the purported slickness of mediocrity pretending to be insight. Like rain-slick **** shiny on top, but still just ****** over processed garbage. No real expression had syllable count as its impetus ! Yor lame brevity without weight is really just laziness and incompetence . What should have been a paragraph hacked to death isn’t automatically profound. It’s like handing someone a bag of bread crumbs and saying, “Enjoy your gourmet sandwich.” Most real writers can and do enjoy words and or at least a complete thought with actual depth.. Why do you Want to mimic Basho, any way ? Are you a scared feckless samurai boy toy trapped in a ***** house that serves tea ? Are you socially stunted and rambling through a whispering ********** zen garden ? Are you being forced to pretend enjoyment in polite torture or can you not tell poetry from sudoku? Emasculated wannabe samurai-boy’s at tea-party about to turn **** crybaby daddy issues art act, much ?

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Jun 21, 2025

Jun 21, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC

Crosswords and soap boxes slicker than fresh pooh in the rain

Haiku ? What you want ISN’T POETRY Nor, is what you are making . Its a crossword puzzle! Restricted, confined not necessarily useless, but unwanted by the rest of us. What I want is not poetry . ITS A SOAPBOX , not respected Obeyed ! (Don’t expect us to revel in your artificial cleverness. I can’t candy coat my sledgehammer for the smug little puzzle palace where people confuse compression with clarity and restraint with relevance or innovation. ) It’s not the form that’s brilliant . Neither is a form that hinders it. It’s the purported slickness of mediocrity pretending to be insight. Like rain-slick **** shiny on top, but still just ****** over processed garbage. No real expression had syllable count as its impetus ! Yor lame brevity without weight is really just laziness and incompetence . What should have been a paragraph hacked to death isn’t automatically profound. It’s like handing someone a bag of bread crumbs and saying, “Enjoy your gourmet sandwich.” Most real writers can and do enjoy words and or at least a complete thought with actual depth.. Why do you Want to mimic Basho, any way ? Are you a scared feckless samurai boy toy trapped in a ***** house that serves tea ? Are you socially stunted and rambling through a whispering ********** zen garden ? Are you being forced to pretend enjoyment in polite torture or can you not tell poetry from sudoku? Emasculated wannabe samurai-boy’s at tea-party about to turn **** crybaby daddy issues art act, much ?

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Haiku ? What you want ISN’T POETRY Nor, is what you are making . Its a crossword puzzle! Restricted, confined not necessarily useless, but unwanted by the rest of us. What I want is not poetry . ITS A SOAPBOX , not respected Obeyed ! (Don’t expect us to revel in your artificial cleverness. I can’t candy coat my sledgehammer for the smug little puzzle palace where people confuse compression with clarity and restraint with relevance or innovation. ) It’s not the form that’s brilliant . Neither is a form that hinders it. It’s the purported slickness of mediocrity pretending to be insight. Like rain-slick **** shiny on top, but still just ****** over processed garbage. No real expression had syllable count as its impetus ! Yor lame brevity without weight is really just laziness and incompetence . What should have been a paragraph hacked to death isn’t automatically profound. It’s like handing someone a bag of bread crumbs and saying, “Enjoy your gourmet sandwich.” Most real writers can and do enjoy words and or at least a complete thought with actual depth.. We don't write epic poetry in dactylic hexameter anymore. We don't compose courtly love sonnets to unattainable noblewomen. Some forms had their time, served their purpose in a specific cultural moment, and then ended. That's not a tragedy that's just how art evolves. But haiku won't die because it's lazy and easy and fools every IDIOT into thinking they are an actual poet.. Read Plath, or Bukowski or Nabokov or anyone that actually has something to say. You may find that it's actually more satisfying than reading "frog farts in the wind." Why do you Want to mimic Basho, any way ? Are you a scared feckless samurai boy toy trapped in a ***** house that serves tea ? Are you socially stunted and rambling through a whispering ********** zen garden ? Are you being forced to pretend enjoyment in polite torture or can you not tell poetry from sudoku? Emasculated wannabe samurai-boy’s at tea-party about to turn **** crybaby daddy issues art act, much ? It's not deep and it's really not relevant. It's a cheap, lazy path of least resistance for people who want to pretend to be artistic or deep don't wanna do the actual work. If it doesn't deserve at least a paragraph, it shouldn't deserve your time or attention.

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Sep 25, 2025

Sep 25, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC

Haiku and syllable counting

Haiku ? What you want ISN’T POETRY Nor, is what you are making . Its a crossword puzzle! Restricted, confined not necessarily useless, but unwanted by the rest of us. What I want is not poetry . ITS A SOAPBOX , not respected Obeyed ! (Don’t expect us to revel in your artificial cleverness. I can’t candy coat my sledgehammer for the smug little puzzle palace where people confuse compression with clarity and restraint with relevance or innovation. ) It’s not the form that’s brilliant . Neither is a form that hinders it. It’s the purported slickness of mediocrity pretending to be insight. Like rain-slick **** shiny on top, but still just ****** over processed garbage. No real expression had syllable count as its impetus ! Yor lame brevity without weight is really just laziness and incompetence . What should have been a paragraph hacked to death isn’t automatically profound. It’s like handing someone a bag of bread crumbs and saying, “Enjoy your gourmet sandwich.” Most real writers can and do enjoy words and or at least a complete thought with actual depth.. We don't write epic poetry in dactylic hexameter anymore. We don't compose courtly love sonnets to unattainable noblewomen. Some forms had their time, served their purpose in a specific cultural moment, and then ended. That's not a tragedy that's just how art evolves. But haiku won't die because it's lazy and easy and fools every IDIOT into thinking they are an actual poet.. Read Plath, or Bukowski or Nabokov or anyone that actually has something to say. You may find that it's actually more satisfying than reading "frog farts in the wind." Why do you Want to mimic Basho, any way ? Are you a scared feckless samurai boy toy trapped in a ***** house that serves tea ? Are you socially stunted and rambling through a whispering ********** zen garden ? Are you being forced to pretend enjoyment in polite torture or can you not tell poetry from sudoku? Emasculated wannabe samurai-boy’s at tea-party about to turn **** crybaby daddy issues art act, much ? It's not deep and it's really not relevant. It's a cheap, lazy path of least resistance for people who want to pretend to be artistic or deep don't wanna do the actual work. If it doesn't deserve at least a paragraph, it shouldn't deserve your time or attention.

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Even though you were straight I thought it would be great if you were gay I longed to see the sparkle in your heart The magically spectacular rainbow in your soul I wanted to dance in lovingly lavender gardens Throughout the day and night Smell your precious, refreshing fragrance Let our lips meet in unison Erupting seduction eminent Swathed in the solidness of your masculineness Feeling your immaculate bare body against mine Your hands on my chest Giving them the best massage Lock me in your arms tighter Be awed by my beauty like a dazzling star Make me feel collected in your incredibleness I adore your tallness Your thugalicious swagger Your consumable, creamy, and velvety chocolate body Taste my gayness Tantalize my spine with your tongue Let your mouth mesh with the back of my neck I want a ********** love with you Holding on to your body I cherish your treasure The contours of your face are gorgeous Your body is a warm place always to stay To collapse into your attractiveness

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Feb 4, 2022

Feb 4, 2022 at 7:47 PM UTC

Collapse Into Your Attractiveness

Even though you were straight I thought it would be great if you were gay I longed to see the sparkle in your heart The magically spectacular rainbow in your soul I wanted to dance in lovingly lavender gardens Throughout the day and night Smell your precious, refreshing fragrance Let our lips meet in unison Erupting seduction eminent Swathed in the solidness of your masculineness Feeling your immaculate bare body against mine Your hands on my chest Giving them the best massage Lock me in your arms tighter Be awed by my beauty like a dazzling star Make me feel collected in your incredibleness I adore your tallness Your thugalicious swagger Your consumable, creamy, and velvety chocolate body Taste my gayness Tantalize my spine with your tongue Let your mouth mesh with the back of my neck I want a ********** love with you Holding on to your body I cherish your treasure The contours of your face are gorgeous Your body is a warm place always to stay To collapse into your attractiveness

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I am so enraptured by His ravishing magnetism His sweet, appealing lips His vibrant white teeth His five-star ****** hair Brilliant obsidian eyes That blow my mind I am so in love with his virile looks His flawlessly stimulated imagination His unprecedented amazingness Everything about his entireness Makes my mouth water Captures my breath Attract my awareness With his assertiveness Inhale his unsurpassed splashiness To maximum capacity Gulp down his magically Satisfying appetizingness Like top-notch scotch and fizzing soda Like brand and ginger al0e Love on him Caress every inch of him Have ********** dreams of him Lit up with his rugged attraction I hanker for his vigorous masculinity Submerge in water with him Merge with him Feel our bare flesh meshed Wet fiery kisses Slick sugar sticks pressed together Desire-filled expressions Tight *** gripping Burning passion Unmatched tongue action Floating on air **** each other off Swap spit Lick and please one another Lost in a shimmering euphoria fortress Of thrilling, impassioned magic Earth-shattering climaxes Immersed in fresh, finger-licking man milk

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Sep 29, 2023

Sep 29, 2023 at 6:45 PM UTC

********** Dreams

I am so enraptured by His ravishing magnetism His sweet, appealing lips His vibrant white teeth His five-star ****** hair Brilliant obsidian eyes That blow my mind I am so in love with his virile looks His flawlessly stimulated imagination His unprecedented amazingness Everything about his entireness Makes my mouth water Captures my breath Attract my awareness With his assertiveness Inhale his unsurpassed splashiness To maximum capacity Gulp down his magically Satisfying appetizingness Like top-notch scotch and fizzing soda Like brand and ginger al0e Love on him Caress every inch of him Have ********** dreams of him Lit up with his rugged attraction I hanker for his vigorous masculinity Submerge in water with him Merge with him Feel our bare flesh meshed Wet fiery kisses Slick sugar sticks pressed together Desire-filled expressions Tight *** gripping Burning passion Unmatched tongue action Floating on air **** each other off Swap spit Lick and please one another Lost in a shimmering euphoria fortress Of thrilling, impassioned magic Earth-shattering climaxes Immersed in fresh, finger-licking man milk

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