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.
MaryWalker
Poem Published
17th Nov 2020 7:31pm
17th Nov 2020 7:31pm
Sub Zeroed in Dom Nation
The dog days of summer
were barking up the wrong trees.
Even my Fortress of Solitude
was melting into your average
Kryptonian complex.
She drove the ice cream truck
on the upper west side
of Hell's Kitchen and tried
to give me the cold shoulder
straps.
However, the irony was a tube topic
of discussion without any boobs
and was quickly lost upon me
---went right over my head.
Regardless, we were bitches in heat
I puddled as I peddled, chasing
her down the street on my...
were barking up the wrong trees.
Even my Fortress of Solitude
was melting into your average
Kryptonian complex.
She drove the ice cream truck
on the upper west side
of Hell's Kitchen and tried
to give me the cold shoulder
straps.
However, the irony was a tube topic
of discussion without any boobs
and was quickly lost upon me
---went right over my head.
Regardless, we were bitches in heat
I puddled as I peddled, chasing
her down the street on my...
#lesbian
#dogs
#summer #hell
#summer #hell
59 reads
7 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 5:35pm
15th Nov 2020 5:35pm
Comrades In Arms
Natasha, in sunglasses at night, exhaled
a Kremlinesque fog, blowing smoke
up our asses during the interrogation.
Hungry and svelte with pink felt tips
that could Chekov any comrade's box,
she was a he of a KGB conspiracy theory
and I was paranoid they were all
out to get me.
Their predator drones hovered above
targeting my uvula with long-range
silicone scud missiles lubricated
in lukewarm, mercurial deceptions
Once a flowerchild of the Sixties, my soil
was now heir to their scorched earth
policies...
a Kremlinesque fog, blowing smoke
up our asses during the interrogation.
Hungry and svelte with pink felt tips
that could Chekov any comrade's box,
she was a he of a KGB conspiracy theory
and I was paranoid they were all
out to get me.
Their predator drones hovered above
targeting my uvula with long-range
silicone scud missiles lubricated
in lukewarm, mercurial deceptions
Once a flowerchild of the Sixties, my soil
was now heir to their scorched earth
policies...
#lesbian
#college
42 reads
8 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
9th Nov 2020 11:00pm
9th Nov 2020 11:00pm
Mounts Sigh'n I
---inhale---
Lavender ...
---exhale---
... or was it the odor of sheep?
Whatever
Zipporah's sleep inducing scent
permeated the firmament
'round my rigid peaks, above
the valley where a bush burned
sempiternal
Lavender ...
---exhale---
... or was it the odor of sheep?
Whatever
Zipporah's sleep inducing scent
permeated the firmament
'round my rigid peaks, above
the valley where a bush burned
sempiternal
#lesbian
#religion
#God
35 reads
2 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
8th Nov 2020 4:24pm
8th Nov 2020 4:24pm
Lieutenant Ginger and her Privates
She squirts in my face
saluting me with citrussy
starbursts of tangerine
---a lemonade affair
with solar flaired hair---
her lime-grenade smile
exploding its sublime
shrapnel
Color me at ease
yet blown away
by her autumn'atics
saluting me with citrussy
starbursts of tangerine
---a lemonade affair
with solar flaired hair---
her lime-grenade smile
exploding its sublime
shrapnel
Color me at ease
yet blown away
by her autumn'atics
#lesbian
#soldiers
#fall
60 reads
6 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 8:11pm
5th Nov 2020 8:11pm
Melody's Fingertips
Dry logs in the stone pit, consumed
quicker than Indian Summers
in crackling pops, sweep
dustbunnied quiet under rugs;
serenade complements my cello
frame being played to its tune.
Melody's fingertips strumming;
my instruments gauging spikes
Sparks fly before either of us
realizes we are out of control
---wild fires converging
in unorchestrated infernos
These flames of ours licking
long into the late hours
She, burning away my...
quicker than Indian Summers
in crackling pops, sweep
dustbunnied quiet under rugs;
serenade complements my cello
frame being played to its tune.
Melody's fingertips strumming;
my instruments gauging spikes
Sparks fly before either of us
realizes we are out of control
---wild fires converging
in unorchestrated infernos
These flames of ours licking
long into the late hours
She, burning away my...
#lesbian
#erotic
#fire
#passion
#RitaDove
45 reads
4 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2020 7:05pm
22nd Oct 2020 7:05pm
Faux Blown Lesbo
I meet her on display
at the auto show
Later, we rendezvous
at the local LGBTQ bar;
she plies me with wine
Now, when it comes to dykes
she comes off as a muscle car
---real fine as rides go
but later that evening
when she hikes her skirt up ...
boy!
was I in for a surprise!
There between her thighs?
Quite the dillysmacker!
to describe in a single word
her tiny...
at the auto show
Later, we rendezvous
at the local LGBTQ bar;
she plies me with wine
Now, when it comes to dykes
she comes off as a muscle car
---real fine as rides go
but later that evening
when she hikes her skirt up ...
boy!
was I in for a surprise!
There between her thighs?
Quite the dillysmacker!
to describe in a single word
her tiny...
#lesbian
#erotic
#LGBT #cars
#LGBT #cars
129 reads
15 Comments
Asani
Poem Published
12th Oct 2020 00:20am
12th Oct 2020 00:20am
Unfinished
#lesbian
#BDSM
#sensual
288 reads
0 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 1:50am
25th Sep 2020 1:50am
Welcome to the Dominatrix ( Maybe She's Maybelline )
Voluminous, her numinous
eye lashes went at great lengths
in their invitation to play a rigged
faille safe worded game
I was bound to lose
eye lashes went at great lengths
in their invitation to play a rigged
faille safe worded game
I was bound to lose
#lesbian
#BDSM
171 reads
2 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 4:03pm
22nd Sep 2020 4:03pm
Welcome to the Dominatrix ( Babes In Rubber Toyland )
She knows no bounds
prefering not to leave me
tied up in knots, but rather
in sudsy suspension of
natural oils and fragrant soap;
opera music extracted from vinyl
with a painless needle working
me into a dancing native groove
meditative as dispensed beliefs
lather away concerns for yellow
armada surrounding perimeter
of my weightless, naked
flotation devices
and I am nothing more
than a hors d'oeuvre
devoured by her
Quacken
prefering not to leave me
tied up in knots, but rather
in sudsy suspension of
natural oils and fragrant soap;
opera music extracted from vinyl
with a painless needle working
me into a dancing native groove
meditative as dispensed beliefs
lather away concerns for yellow
armada surrounding perimeter
of my weightless, naked
flotation devices
and I am nothing more
than a hors d'oeuvre
devoured by her
Quacken
#lesbian
#water
#peace #music
#peace #music
117 reads
2 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
11th Sep 2020 00:59am
11th Sep 2020 00:59am
Industrious Annalise
Let them talk about making this nation
great again as if it was some truck tire
worn down to its radial under armor
ready for retread in the tire department
next building over from where we worked.
The harness of solidarity we erected
remains buckled. We were the welding
that held everything together by sweat,
blood, and tears. We were America
strong.
And still are, even after labor pains
of being strong-armed during contractual
obligations around every corner
---becoming well...
great again as if it was some truck tire
worn down to its radial under armor
ready for retread in the tire department
next building over from where we worked.
The harness of solidarity we erected
remains buckled. We were the welding
that held everything together by sweat,
blood, and tears. We were America
strong.
And still are, even after labor pains
of being strong-armed during contractual
obligations around every corner
---becoming well...
#women
#lesbian
#feminism
#inequality
#AliceFulton
100 reads
6 Comments
MaryWalker
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2020 11:24pm
3rd Sep 2020 11:24pm
Celibating my Goddesshood
Moi, a goddess?
Worthy of being
paid any tribute
lyrical or musical via
lyre, flute, oboe ..?
Oh, hell, no!
I'm the least
sophist'icated
Though perhaps
I'm being a tad modest ...
my lemon scented skin
and cello shaped figure
you'd longingly lean into
---wrap your arms around
for the fingering of my
minor --- a key in G, at your
[p]leasure
yet I'm not some violin
or any other in'strum'ent
you can just tuck
under your chin
and fiddle...
Worthy of being
paid any tribute
lyrical or musical via
lyre, flute, oboe ..?
Oh, hell, no!
I'm the least
sophist'icated
Though perhaps
I'm being a tad modest ...
my lemon scented skin
and cello shaped figure
you'd longingly lean into
---wrap your arms around
for the fingering of my
minor --- a key in G, at your
[p]leasure
yet I'm not some violin
or any other in'strum'ent
you can just tuck
under your chin
and fiddle...
#lesbian
#music
132 reads
10 Comments
Queen_of_darkness
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 10:45pm
20th Aug 2020 10:45pm
changed my life
she shook the ground beneath my feet
my mind became complete
i knew no one could hurt me
her smiled picked up my world
the way she touched me made my toes curl
her eyes were so sweet
and i knew she loved me
every painful word they said she stood in front of me
taking all the heat so i could be free
she took me away from defeat
she took me off the streets
then had her family heal me
im so happy to be me
i am grown
i am free
she changed my life
she changed me
my mind became complete
i knew no one could hurt me
her smiled picked up my world
the way she touched me made my toes curl
her eyes were so sweet
and i knew she loved me
every painful word they said she stood in front of me
taking all the heat so i could be free
she took me away from defeat
she took me off the streets
then had her family heal me
im so happy to be me
i am grown
i am free
she changed my life
she changed me
#love
#lesbian
#relationships
#LGBT
#FallingInLove
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