Lesbian Poetry
#lesbian
Lesbian poetry, here you'll find poems about lesbian sex and relationships. Lesbian poems include different perspectives on what it means to be a lesbian, from sexual encounters and fantasies, to coming out and lesbian romance and lifestyle.
1Docmcruz
Nourish Cruz
Nourish Cruz
Poem Published
4th Sep 2019 5:44pm
4th Sep 2019 5:44pm
Broken Women
We’ve lost good women
to The Battle of BROKEN
dropped their shields
gripped their heels
got tired of hopin’
lost too many women
lost too many women
crossed when they...
to The Battle of BROKEN
dropped their shields
gripped their heels
got tired of hopin’
lost too many women
lost too many women
crossed when they...
#love
#lesbian
#heartbroken
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
89 reads
5 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 10:11pm
21st Aug 2019 10:11pm
Embellishments
In my world, there are
boys just as pretty as girls
holding hands with
girls as handsome as boys
For some, effort's required
or it comes naturally wired;
there's plenty of variation under the sun
in my world
In my world
in my world
under the sun
there resides
plenty of people with bitter, ugly insides
spewing a whole lotta hellish resentments
making a lot of needless noise
because they have no control
over those boys who just want to be girls
over those girls who just want to be boys...
boys just as pretty as girls
holding hands with
girls as handsome as boys
For some, effort's required
or it comes naturally wired;
there's plenty of variation under the sun
in my world
In my world
in my world
under the sun
there resides
plenty of people with bitter, ugly insides
spewing a whole lotta hellish resentments
making a lot of needless noise
because they have no control
over those boys who just want to be girls
over those girls who just want to be boys...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT #transgender
#LGBT #transgender
82 reads
8 Comments
berea440oh
Poem Published
14th Aug 2019 2:02am
14th Aug 2019 2:02am
About Having Her First Lesbian Kiss
She says nothing
but enjoys it.
but enjoys it.
#lesbian
#FreeVerse
32 reads
0 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
12th Aug 2019 9:03pm
12th Aug 2019 9:03pm
Teachable Moments
I was young;
yearning
She was likewise
reaching
Knowing little of lust
I was learning
Between thighs, she
was teaching me
with her eyes
how to best command
your lover's attention
while gripping her just
so by the hind end;
tasting my resistance
lessoned in this unorthodox
field tripping
Hell, I was only sixteen
going on sixty-one
She was somewhere in between
her reluctance as well
coming undone
...
yearning
She was likewise
reaching
Knowing little of lust
I was learning
Between thighs, she
was teaching me
with her eyes
how to best command
your lover's attention
while gripping her just
so by the hind end;
tasting my resistance
lessoned in this unorthodox
field tripping
Hell, I was only sixteen
going on sixty-one
She was somewhere in between
her reluctance as well
coming undone
...
#lesbian
#learning
155 reads
4 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
8th Aug 2019 11:47am
8th Aug 2019 11:47am
Itty Bitty Cowgirl
with a pair of unhandled pearl
holstered-your-entire-life
tits
hoping to one day ride
through Wild West cities
sitting wide-assed pretty
in a saddle that fits;
whose prayers
seem nothing more
than words unheard
for another cowgirl
like yourself; perhaps
roping cattle herds in chaps
choking on the dust
her beaded brow
glistening
Itty bitty cowgirl
this may sound a little bit strange
but all you need to know
for now is
God is in the range
Put your ear...
holstered-your-entire-life
tits
hoping to one day ride
through Wild West cities
sitting wide-assed pretty
in a saddle that fits;
whose prayers
seem nothing more
than words unheard
for another cowgirl
like yourself; perhaps
roping cattle herds in chaps
choking on the dust
her beaded brow
glistening
Itty bitty cowgirl
this may sound a little bit strange
but all you need to know
for now is
God is in the range
Put your ear...
#lesbian
69 reads
4 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
6th Aug 2019 4:42pm
6th Aug 2019 4:42pm
Whatever It Takes
I honestly don't know
what comes over me at times
When I least expect it -
the crying begins
hyperventilation ensues ...
then more crying
I'm supposed to like boys
but I would be lying
I'm supposed to be myself
I want to be kissed by girls
No ... I take that back -
I'm dying to be fucked by girls;
not just one, but a room full of them -
as many as it takes ...
As many as I can take
to set me straight
what comes over me at times
When I least expect it -
the crying begins
hyperventilation ensues ...
then more crying
I'm supposed to like boys
but I would be lying
I'm supposed to be myself
I want to be kissed by girls
No ... I take that back -
I'm dying to be fucked by girls;
not just one, but a room full of them -
as many as it takes ...
As many as I can take
to set me straight
#lesbian
56 reads
MaryWalker
Poem Published
5th Aug 2019 6:21pm
5th Aug 2019 6:21pm
Damn You, Plath
I admit to it:
falling in Love with you -
my Sister in Confessional Poetry
( despite being married to Mister Sexton;
indeferent of sexual orientation )
for you hath stolen my heart
with your dark art of perusing
Death's panties for its clit's Mistress -
be it Dolores, Jane, Sally - any woman
one could meet on the street
innumerable in the talley
I'm tired, I'm beat
from fighting, no longer reeling
from overwhelming fits -
my vulva in a volta feeling
Tom-boyed,...
falling in Love with you -
my Sister in Confessional Poetry
( despite being married to Mister Sexton;
indeferent of sexual orientation )
for you hath stolen my heart
with your dark art of perusing
Death's panties for its clit's Mistress -
be it Dolores, Jane, Sally - any woman
one could meet on the street
innumerable in the talley
I'm tired, I'm beat
from fighting, no longer reeling
from overwhelming fits -
my vulva in a volta feeling
Tom-boyed,...
#lesbian
#confessional
#SylviaPlath
#WritingPoetry
#FallingInLove
93 reads
5 Comments
1Docmcruz
Nourish Cruz
Nourish Cruz
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2019 3:25pm
23rd Jul 2019 3:25pm
Voyage of the Vulva
Explore me
lips land & tongue sail
send moans to scale
rock abs & twin mountains
to peak
travel to ecstasy
Exhaust me
Fighting to control the quake of my thighs
Burning from the fire in your eyes
More than sweat drips
The beast that grips my hips
while I talon it’s back
The bite that bleeds my lips
There’s no coming back!
I am Amelia Earhart and lost in your lust.
I am tied with the rope from the bridge.
IG: Nourish_Cruz
lips land & tongue sail
send moans to scale
rock abs & twin mountains
to peak
travel to ecstasy
Exhaust me
Fighting to control the quake of my thighs
Burning from the fire in your eyes
More than sweat drips
The beast that grips my hips
while I talon it’s back
The bite that bleeds my lips
There’s no coming back!
I am Amelia Earhart and lost in your lust.
I am tied with the rope from the bridge.
IG: Nourish_Cruz
#lesbian
#erotic
149 reads
0 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
15th Jul 2019 4:28pm
15th Jul 2019 4:28pm
Elisa & Marcela
Sealed with lips unkissed
the letters exchanged
throughout the years
since their separation
were layers of frock
unlaced and peeled
away until there was
nothing left to bare
between them when
they finally met again;
moles on cream skin
dotting the I in each
I Love You
the letters exchanged
throughout the years
since their separation
were layers of frock
unlaced and peeled
away until there was
nothing left to bare
between them when
they finally met again;
moles on cream skin
dotting the I in each
I Love You
#lesbian
#marriage
#ForbiddenLove
83 reads
5 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
8th Jul 2019 9:51pm
8th Jul 2019 9:51pm
Cliterature Chapter 4
Deeply invested in this fantasy
world of corsetted cleavage
prominantly proposed above
dresses hiked up before
her tongue tied mouth
Irene was as if a boy
raptured by nocturnal dream -
not quite awake
nor still asleep
cock hard in continued
paralysis
Nose buried in glossy pages
perpetuating pinkness
I see it in her lucid eyes
periodically looking up
engaging mine -
the craving for likewise
while Jenny squirms
in nightshirt waiting
for a turn
...
world of corsetted cleavage
prominantly proposed above
dresses hiked up before
her tongue tied mouth
Irene was as if a boy
raptured by nocturnal dream -
not quite awake
nor still asleep
cock hard in continued
paralysis
Nose buried in glossy pages
perpetuating pinkness
I see it in her lucid eyes
periodically looking up
engaging mine -
the craving for likewise
while Jenny squirms
in nightshirt waiting
for a turn
...
#lesbian
117 reads
2 Comments
Blessing
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 6:50pm
7th Jul 2019 6:50pm
Lesbian love
Do you know what it's like ?
To have someone sleep besides you
Lights dimmed and cellphones turned off
Cuddling in those cosy blankets
With your back pressed against my breasts
My right hand caresses your right breast
And your right hand slowly guiding it
As your nipple and skin hardens
My breath blasting down your neck
As my lips slowly smooch it
Your right leg on top of mines
And my left leg between yours
In such a way that it's touching your flower
your inner thighs lubricated with oil
As I start...
To have someone sleep besides you
Lights dimmed and cellphones turned off
Cuddling in those cosy blankets
With your back pressed against my breasts
My right hand caresses your right breast
And your right hand slowly guiding it
As your nipple and skin hardens
My breath blasting down your neck
As my lips slowly smooch it
Your right leg on top of mines
And my left leg between yours
In such a way that it's touching your flower
your inner thighs lubricated with oil
As I start...
#lesbian
#sex
194 reads
6 Comments
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