Nonsexual poems on Hello Poetry

Robert Ronnow Feb 2020

Asexual

While I pretty much opined for this impeachment
my fellow Americans voted for this guy and they could be right
I’ve been wrong before, stuck as we are with a system
that generates some perplexful leaders, democracy being the worst form
of government—
except for all the others.
Anyone can be president, that’s been proven time and time again.
Wars can start for no discernible reason other than
radical purity, avarice, cupidity, gluttony, rapacity, even affluenza—
meanwhile life goes on outside all around you
perhaps you identify as Jewish, Latino, Muslim, Indian or Filipino
asexual, cybersexual, somasexual, hypersexual, homosexual, pentasexual
it doesn’t really matter, nothing **** matter matters, matter
content of life (serious, love it) hate death for the hell of it
to see what it’s like inside the heart of darkness.

Not that I accept their god, their void, I accepted humanity as a natural
part of nature
demisexual, downsexual, ecosexual, Eurosexual, eversexual, exsexual,
extrasexual, femtosexual, Francosexual, geosexual, gigasexual,
Grecosexual, Indosexual, intersexual, kilosexual, macrosexual,
malsexual, megasexual, metasexual, microsexual, missexual,
medisexual, mocksexual, monosexual, muchsexual, multisexual,
mustsexual, nearsexual, neosexual, nonsexual, oftsexual,
omnisexual, oversexual, pansexual, parasexual, partsexual,
photosexual, polysexual, postsexual, presexual, pseudosexual,
psychosexual, quasisexual, rentasexual, selfsexual, semisexual,
Sinosexual, subsexual, supersexual, telesexual, terrasexual,
ubersexual, ursexual, ultrasexual, undersexual, vicesexual,
weresexual, wikisexual, zoosexual.
When I did that I had to pay the rent and get a job, too.

#government #heart #job #nature #****** #god #love #life #dark #vote

TV Mar 2013

Only human?

Do you ever wish…
to just say “hello”
to the world?
Reassure someone, everyone, ANYone
That YOU still exist.
That your DNA is still a twist.
That the ends of it have not come unraveled.
To shout from some part of your being.
"Hey *******, I'm not dead yet!"
We sometimes try.
Even perhaps just from our digital self,
because it’s the one people have less trouble connecting with,
the one where they can choose not to see the parts they don’t like,
Because everyone looks the same in a tiny picture.
And those pictures and profiles are not racial
Or insulting to anyone’s existence
Because those things are banned
Like “offensive” and “inappropriate” books.
And these profiles, ostensibly, they’re identical.
Which removes the need for real thoughts.
For scary thoughts,
Different Thoughts.
And so we’re indifferent.
And we remain so with comfort and ease
From our beds, couches, recliners.

From coffee shops Where we take pictures of the nice flower the guy behind the counter drew in our latte’s foam, and click, click, click to “share” the memento with our 1,738 friends. Instead of taking a risk and actually sharing a moment with a stranger.

Even a moment of silence.

Perhaps even especially, because the very thought of sitting in silence, together or completely alone terrifies us. Like going to take a seat and accidentally sitting on a broken bottle.
So we try to break the silence as fast as we can and we barricade ourselves behind Apple logos. Pretending that we could never make a difference.
Even though we carry more computing power in our pockets than any of the scientists who put a man on the moon could dream of having instantaneous access to.
We’ve grown so much and so great. That we even scare ourselves.
But I know a secret
Whispered on the outernet
If you listen, you can hear it.
It says, reach out to someone. Connect. Make yourself vulnerable
This is how you become truly powerful
Only when you’re stripped of all your veils
Can your spirit soar with another’s.

And that my friends, is the nonsexual part of ***.
You see,
The Idea of DNA exchange can be more important than many of times it’s actually happened.
So let us not relegate ourselves to the shelves of history
to be filed under “waste”
but instead knock over all the shelves, trying to get to that really interesting looking book that’s way up at the top.
Then the world will really know you’re there
and you won’t even need to say “hello.”

And who knows, maybe the janitor is actually a really cool dude.

i realize it's slightly ironic to be posting something like this on the internet but I use this more to keep my writing all in an easy to access, single place. or as they say, I didn't come here to impress none of you ******* hahaha

manicsurvival Aug 2013

I'm Going to

I'm going to wake up
I'm going to refuse to drink bad coffee
I'm going to read until my eyes feel glued shut
I'm going to tell you "I Love You" the next time I see you

I'm going to listen to Joni Mitchell because I am the "Trouble Child" and her voice is as close to perfection as anything can ever be

I'm going to type until I have nothing left to say

I'm going to watch "Freaks and Geeks" because it feels good to be a part of something
I'm going to get a tattoo of a music note because it's the only thing that's always been there for me
I'm going to take long baths
I'm going to be relentless because I need certain things

I'm going to go to Spain and eat paella
I'm going to buy a Steinway and Sons piano even if I can't afford it
I'm going to fall in love again if we don't work out

I'm going to tear up get well cards and crush medicine bottles in my hand

I'm going to win until my room is light at night because my trophies shine
I'm going to go to Haiti and build homes

I'm going to speak in front of people suffering from depression and anxiety and tell them that it's difficult but that it's okay to talk about

I'm going to save a life even if it's a frog's
I'm going to shake the president's hand
I'm going to follow the wind and not a predetermined trajectory
I'm going to study because I want to and not because I want an 'A'
I'm going to sing even though I'm tone deaf

I'm going to tell my parents that they couldn't have helped me
I'm going to take pictures even it makes no sense
I'm going to tell everyone that they should never apologize for their art

I'm going to smile because I'm genuinely happy and not because I'm expected to

I'm going to California because I want to and Robert Plant agrees
I'm going to walk on glass
I'm going to illegally download old music
I'm going to get a PhD in folklore because folklore is amazing

I'm going to say "****" when I want to
I'm going to eat grapefruit until I break out in hives

I'm going to embrace you even though you hate nonsexual affection
I'm going to be content one day
I'm going to sail the coast of Maine
I'm going to make enough money to leave this town

I'm going to do everything I said "I'm going" to do

Juan cortez Oct 2015

Moments like this

Let me loosen your throats Knott
Let me steer you when your thrown off
Tell me your inner emotions , don't stop
Intimate moments like This, should continue to go on
Nonsexual as if u were on ur menstrual
Emotional, deep and intellectual
To moments like this, I've always been a vessel

I cherish intimacy, it creeps up on your heart in a good way ...like the opposite of depression

#love

John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo Oct 2010

How To Be A Watred Down Gonzo

1.Create a  Hello Poetry account  you silly little monkeys.

2. Add  some poems that have no right even calling themselves Gonzo.

3. Remember dont be original  or yourself  you silly *******.

4.To get in the charts go to twitter or  Mr Eliots office  late at night for a
private meeting slash lapdance you go girl.

5. Dont break any rules dont ******* anyone  just bend over and take it  in a nonsexual way   cause harassment is wrong  at least if there are witnesses  and  if you need someone knocked off contact Phil Roberts
just not during a football match or lord help you.

6. If ya cant get in the charts refer to rule 4.

7. Remember kids if ya  cant be yourself  then just copy a drunken perve like good old Gonzo  the black sheep of Hello.

Now you stay crazy you **** little *******  Cheers

Hey really theres only one Gonzo of Hello  and im dam proud to be a royal mispelling thorn in the sites side.
ya know ya love me you crazy *******.

Gonzo happily stirring **** since Hello  was a we litte ****.

Am I gone?  or just zo  over  this  place wouldnt Mr Eliot like to know.

jim moore May 2014

all the things I want to say but can't....

You are unbearably irresistible

You can have anything you want if you ask with your eyes.

You're cute when you're excited

I would stare into your eyes for hours if I could.

I love talking with you and hearing about your perspectives and experiences.

You have the perfect blend of innocence and sensuality.

I bet you look really hot in your running outfit

I think about you all the time

I love how I can have a full blown conversation with your eyes without you saying a word

I try to force you into my dreams by visualizing me staring into your eyes before I fall asleep at night

You have an amazing figure. I look forward to jean Fridays.

I want to kiss every inch of your body starting at your ankles and working up to your earlobes.

I'll never forget the first time I felt your touch.

The skin on your hands is so soft I can't help but think about how soft the rest of your body is.

I constantly fight the urge to run my fingers through your hair

The thought of what your naked body would have felt like against mine if i had said yes will haunt me forever.

I love how short you are. Its really ****. I wish you would wear flats all the time.

I get aroused just thinking about you in a nonsexual way.

Thinking about how wet you were is torture.

I look for reasons to get close enough to you to smell your hair.

I like when you "accidentally" touch my leg with yours when you sit next to me.

Sometimes if I try hard enough I can still taste your lips.

I didn't want to change clothes or shower because I liked being able to smell you on me.

I miss you more than i ever fathomed. I'd be drunk texting you this very moment if I'd not deleted your number to prevent this kind of stupidity. Very few days go by that I don't think of you. The one that got away, as they say. I hope you're happy. I hope you've found peace in your life, in your mind. You'll forever haunt me. As I knew you would, the first time I looked in your eyes. The first time I saw you. The real you, not just what you wanted us to see.

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