Gay Seeking Honest Critique Poems
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gay seeking honest critique poems. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Feb 2023 5:12pm
9th Feb 2023 5:12pm
Regency Romance
All week I've been making the house,
following maids as their assistant.
Fresh eiderdown, lilacs,
gleaming posts, bed knobs.
An ashtray on your windowsill,
its pewter dish prepared to receive.
A box of gentleman's cigars
concealed in your nightstand.
I picture you standing by the window,
a horsehair bustle and tweed hunting cap,
forging and breaking
each smoky wedding band.
The window looks at nothing but
an inaccessible courtyard, that's just
a mistake of angle, a flaw in the design
of this...
following maids as their assistant.
Fresh eiderdown, lilacs,
gleaming posts, bed knobs.
An ashtray on your windowsill,
its pewter dish prepared to receive.
A box of gentleman's cigars
concealed in your nightstand.
I picture you standing by the window,
a horsehair bustle and tweed hunting cap,
forging and breaking
each smoky wedding band.
The window looks at nothing but
an inaccessible courtyard, that's just
a mistake of angle, a flaw in the design
of this...
#love
#gay
#romantic #historical
#romantic #historical
622 reads
1 Comment
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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 6:35pm
6th Jan 2023 6:35pm
Emerging
We exist, I suppose, in cliche,
more often than we’d like to say.
Emerging now at thirty-one,
not just “out” among my friends
both furtively and filled with shame,
the inner self and sense of sex
relaxes to allow a slow accumulation of
objects that please my eye. The bit of roof
that’s mine decked out with what
my baser self takes pleasure in.
Like gay men of a certain age, who on
encountering themselves start to fill
their studies with the evidence, of whom
they always really were. Today the cliche
came for me: I...
more often than we’d like to say.
Emerging now at thirty-one,
not just “out” among my friends
both furtively and filled with shame,
the inner self and sense of sex
relaxes to allow a slow accumulation of
objects that please my eye. The bit of roof
that’s mine decked out with what
my baser self takes pleasure in.
Like gay men of a certain age, who on
encountering themselves start to fill
their studies with the evidence, of whom
they always really were. Today the cliche
came for me: I...
#gay
#LGBT
#MovingOn #acceptance
#MovingOn #acceptance
334 reads
2 Comments
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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Dec 2022 7:11pm
8th Dec 2022 7:11pm
Final Boy
a British life so far, in loose French forms
Toxic Male
The hatefulness
begins to sink and root in earth.
The hatefulness
replaces what was happiness,
becomes and gilds and grows the worth.
The toxic flowers choke, then birth
the hatefulness.
The Only Happy Homosexual
The love has waned to finest point.
We're worth as much as mutton joint,
a song displayed in young men's deaths,
a joke to make of dying breaths.
A faery just at our endpoint.
We are the life, led...
Toxic Male
The hatefulness
begins to sink and root in earth.
The hatefulness
replaces what was happiness,
becomes and gilds and grows the worth.
The toxic flowers choke, then birth
the hatefulness.
The Only Happy Homosexual
The love has waned to finest point.
We're worth as much as mutton joint,
a song displayed in young men's deaths,
a joke to make of dying breaths.
A faery just at our endpoint.
We are the life, led...
#gay
#childhood
#memories #masculinity
#memories #masculinity
343 reads
2 Comments
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Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Dec 2022 8:16pm
4th Dec 2022 8:16pm
acting like a man
you thought you couldn't be a man because
you couldn't brutalise,
because you dreamed of making love
or being made love to,
unable and unwilling to
kill that which you would fuck
or fuck that which you'd kill.
a man flings Jezebel to dogs,
has dreams at least of being strong,
of sewing oats and conquering.
you couldn't even fit the type
set out for queers like you,
promiscuous and gay,
buried as you are in pounds of flesh,
wielding a brittle tongue.
and so it was that years passed by
without much...
you couldn't brutalise,
because you dreamed of making love
or being made love to,
unable and unwilling to
kill that which you would fuck
or fuck that which you'd kill.
a man flings Jezebel to dogs,
has dreams at least of being strong,
of sewing oats and conquering.
you couldn't even fit the type
set out for queers like you,
promiscuous and gay,
buried as you are in pounds of flesh,
wielding a brittle tongue.
and so it was that years passed by
without much...
#love
#gay
#identity #masculinity
#identity #masculinity
501 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
14th Nov 2022 9:21pm
14th Nov 2022 9:21pm
One Look At This Pulp Book
One look at this pulp book and I see why she's no longer into men.
#lesbian
#gay
#haiku
#fiction
#dialogue
521 reads
5 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
25th Oct 2022 5:33pm
25th Oct 2022 5:33pm
Eyes Of Disgrace
Within these eyes of hers
Were a disgrace so unfair
But as I ah looked within them
The disgrace for me ah cared
I thought at first she would hit
Me but she only gave me a hug
And I returned at same time
Because that's just my aluv
She said my lady and I
Are ah funny no longer one
She wanted a child as a luva
I pulled the ah trigga bar none
Within the years we were
Together I couldn't see these signs
I had no desire to molest anyone
How did this become of her binds
Into her face I ah plunged...
Were a disgrace so unfair
But as I ah looked within them
The disgrace for me ah cared
I thought at first she would hit
Me but she only gave me a hug
And I returned at same time
Because that's just my aluv
She said my lady and I
Are ah funny no longer one
She wanted a child as a luva
I pulled the ah trigga bar none
Within the years we were
Together I couldn't see these signs
I had no desire to molest anyone
How did this become of her binds
Into her face I ah plunged...
#gay
#lover
#redemption
#bisexual
#witches
354 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
19th Oct 2022 1:44pm
19th Oct 2022 1:44pm
Playmates
he cried
and I ran after him
he ran
and i hoped he would stop
to be crying
so were our games
- run and cry -
physically liquid
to cry for more
we didn't think
about the possibility
to stop and sink
in some kisses
or cuddles
or affections
and I ran after her
and he cried.
PAR
and I ran after him
he ran
and i hoped he would stop
to be crying
so were our games
- run and cry -
physically liquid
to cry for more
we didn't think
about the possibility
to stop and sink
in some kisses
or cuddles
or affections
and I ran after her
and he cried.
PAR
#love
#gay
#childhood #memories
#childhood #memories
279 reads
0 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
19th Oct 2022 1:21am
19th Oct 2022 1:21am
All I Know.........Is Aluv U Ah Womanly
#love
#girlfriend
#women
#gay
#sensual
415 reads
0 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
17th Oct 2022 4:30pm
17th Oct 2022 4:30pm
Excitement
#dark
#gay
#gothic
#UnrequitedLove
#witches
256 reads
0 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
16th Oct 2022 1:43am
16th Oct 2022 1:43am
Sexual Drenched Intentions
#gay
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
#witches
#seductive
269 reads
0 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
13th Oct 2022 4:50am
13th Oct 2022 4:50am
The Ah Search For Jerry Thick(The Ah Holy Ah European Ah Capital(Serbia))
#lesbian
#gay
#science
#fiction
#ForbiddenLove
223 reads
3 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 5:59pm
11th Oct 2022 5:59pm
Let My Pussy Be Thy Night Time II
#dark
#lesbian
#gay
#gothic
#witches
355 reads
2 Comments
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