Poems About Polyamory Seeking Honest Critique
#polyamory
edward
Poem Published
20th Jul 2018 1:15pm
20th Jul 2018 1:15pm
Untitled Chapter One
The bride stood before her groom and a group of vile wedding guests covered in darkness wearing a veil of evil waiting to be joined in unholy matrimony. The heat and hate that filled the air was so thick that they all choked on it. Lust the biggest slut ever getting married to Greed had everyone baffled and amazed. Everyone watched with confusion as a union of sin was joined in unholy matrimony.
Pride the priest took the left hand of Lust and puts it in the left hand of Greed then he took the right hand of Greed and puts it in the right hand of Lust and began the ceremony....
Pride the priest took the left hand of Lust and puts it in the left hand of Greed then he took the right hand of Greed and puts it in the right hand of Lust and began the ceremony....
#relationships
#marriage
#UnrequitedLove #polyamory
#UnrequitedLove #polyamory
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slipalong
Poem Published
19th Jun 2018 11:32pm
19th Jun 2018 11:32pm
Left Luggage
Conscience is the guard of indiscretions
the bits of life we discard from previous obsessions
the ghost of haunting relationships
the whistle blows for a platform kiss
the soot's of mascara as she cries
a portmanteau of lost hopes and goodbyes
left to sit on a dusty rack
the lies of life that halt the express Armtrac
my love still zings like powered rail
that reads between the lines of fairy tales
but the baggage that we carry
left for chances or say I'm sorry ...
the bits of life we discard from previous obsessions
the ghost of haunting relationships
the whistle blows for a platform kiss
the soot's of mascara as she cries
a portmanteau of lost hopes and goodbyes
left to sit on a dusty rack
the lies of life that halt the express Armtrac
my love still zings like powered rail
that reads between the lines of fairy tales
but the baggage that we carry
left for chances or say I'm sorry ...
#relationships
#polyamory
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gardenlover
Poem Published
23rd May 2018 9:13pm
23rd May 2018 9:13pm
Stamina
Two of my favorites came to me today
We all stripped and were ready to play;
Kissing where they were well endowed
Until our genitals were well aroused,
Which vagina shall I enter first?
A sensual passage to whet my thirst.
The one on the left is moist and firm
The other laxer, weter and warm.
Does it matter which to begin?
They both will give me a good spin.
From one to the other up to the hilt;
My penis stays stiff without any wilt.
I change my mount each time they come;
A dozen each before they are done.
We try new...
We all stripped and were ready to play;
Kissing where they were well endowed
Until our genitals were well aroused,
Which vagina shall I enter first?
A sensual passage to whet my thirst.
The one on the left is moist and firm
The other laxer, weter and warm.
Does it matter which to begin?
They both will give me a good spin.
From one to the other up to the hilt;
My penis stays stiff without any wilt.
I change my mount each time they come;
A dozen each before they are done.
We try new...
#polyamory
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Scuba64
Poem Published
17th May 2018 1:59pm
17th May 2018 1:59pm
My Neighbor's Kitty
My neighbor’s cat comes to visit
I talk to her and she rubs against my legs
Scratching her ears, I make her purr
She gently nibbles my kitty treats.
The neighbor yells over the fence
“Get back here kitty! That ain’t your place”
And then curses me for loving his cat.
He goes inside cursing his cat and me.
Why can’t we share the cat?
He enjoys her, why can’t I?
There is time enough in a day
For both of us to have a turn.
The cat seems happy; so am I
It’s only the neighbor guy who’s not
He could keep her...
I talk to her and she rubs against my legs
Scratching her ears, I make her purr
She gently nibbles my kitty treats.
The neighbor yells over the fence
“Get back here kitty! That ain’t your place”
And then curses me for loving his cat.
He goes inside cursing his cat and me.
Why can’t we share the cat?
He enjoys her, why can’t I?
There is time enough in a day
For both of us to have a turn.
The cat seems happy; so am I
It’s only the neighbor guy who’s not
He could keep her...
#cats
#polyamory
#jealousy
#relationships
#freedom
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QuietusQuill
Poem Published
9th Nov 2017 2:27am
9th Nov 2017 2:27am
Wiggidy Whack Don't Talk Back/ Happy Time
In and out of tempting
interweaving passion loops
over and under binding
smooth smooches,
sand and polish the
burrs of a jagged ventricle
maxim angles garnished
for feasting eyes
ample flesh festive
fiesta feverish facade.
Melodramatic hierarchy
souse in a sea of pestilence
hanging on to lucrative
strands of my epididymis
Golgotha strumpets
prodigies of oldest profession,
professor mistress
receptacle of...
interweaving passion loops
over and under binding
smooth smooches,
sand and polish the
burrs of a jagged ventricle
maxim angles garnished
for feasting eyes
ample flesh festive
fiesta feverish facade.
Melodramatic hierarchy
souse in a sea of pestilence
hanging on to lucrative
strands of my epididymis
Golgotha strumpets
prodigies of oldest profession,
professor mistress
receptacle of...
#anger
#lover
#frustration
#FeelingLost
#polyamory
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Babigurl78
Poem Published
25th Aug 2017 5:01am
25th Aug 2017 5:01am
Twisted desires
He likes her, she likes me, I like both of them it's plain to see..
I invite them over for some midnight twister, I got red and she got blue she starts to hum ( I'm in love with the shape of you!! )..
He got green I got yellow ( Can I see your tool you sexi fellow? ) We're all twisted up it's kinda hard to untangle, need to take them both upstairs and do the tango..
He likes her, she likes me, I like them both enough to do a 3..
I invite them over for some midnight twister, I got red and she got blue she starts to hum ( I'm in love with the shape of you!! )..
He got green I got yellow ( Can I see your tool you sexi fellow? ) We're all twisted up it's kinda hard to untangle, need to take them both upstairs and do the tango..
He likes her, she likes me, I like them both enough to do a 3..
#funny
#polyamory
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3 Comments
LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
4th Apr 2016 7:47am
4th Apr 2016 7:47am
Polyamory
What is it to be polyamorous? To have multiple fires burning. When we meet a new person and start to link our eyes, minds and time. Eventually we align from interests and chatter bridging to investment and what matters. What is it to share so much of ourselves? We grow as individuals from every friend we meet, and when that friendship blossoms into something special we grow by miles of experience. The chambers of emotional maturity arise from letting go of insecurity. When nothing is guaranteed the most we can be is honored to be considered special enough to be alone with someone, to be truly...
#prose
#polyamory
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
28th Jun 2015 10:37pm
28th Jun 2015 10:37pm
The Qualifier (Polyamory entry)
The Qualifier
I had a heart, with a concave tunnel, thirsty for filling.
She was the one under limp down-light, holes in the tights
in practical places, open for the eye.
He was stroking her leg, lips swollen, as if bitten,
skin like cotton reed paper,
a large qualifier.
I wanted the safety of their narrow, peeking, crevices.
I pulled, south, my skirt, fluffed the long, ebony hair off my shoulders
and paraded towards them,
imagining tweaking her nipples until she wept.
It was not the first time I'd been wet for the sharer...
I had a heart, with a concave tunnel, thirsty for filling.
She was the one under limp down-light, holes in the tights
in practical places, open for the eye.
He was stroking her leg, lips swollen, as if bitten,
skin like cotton reed paper,
a large qualifier.
I wanted the safety of their narrow, peeking, crevices.
I pulled, south, my skirt, fluffed the long, ebony hair off my shoulders
and paraded towards them,
imagining tweaking her nipples until she wept.
It was not the first time I'd been wet for the sharer...
#lust
#erotic
#polyamory
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8 Comments
lanapoet
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2015 9:17am
3rd Feb 2015 9:17am
Three-way Monogamy
What do you do when you love two people?
Why does it always need to be a choice?
Let me tell you about my dream,
A fantasy if you’d like...
In my dream I wish not only to have him and me,
But with us my girl in our three-way monogamy
I am bisexual, this much is clear
I need both sexes and for that I am sorry my dear
The problem with being bisexual
Is your left in this endless pit of doubt
No matter what your choice
You will always miss the other type
Now let me tell you about the two
And how I see this all play out
The...
Why does it always need to be a choice?
Let me tell you about my dream,
A fantasy if you’d like...
In my dream I wish not only to have him and me,
But with us my girl in our three-way monogamy
I am bisexual, this much is clear
I need both sexes and for that I am sorry my dear
The problem with being bisexual
Is your left in this endless pit of doubt
No matter what your choice
You will always miss the other type
Now let me tell you about the two
And how I see this all play out
The...
#polyamory
#bisexual
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4 Comments
JohnFeddeler
Poem Published
30th Nov 2014 3:58am
30th Nov 2014 3:58am
loose women blues
there are good girls & there are bad girls, & usually
it’s hard to tell the difference. they can switch sides
quick & easy to get what they want.
so Karrie is a good girl. she took me in when I was
broke & wasted, ragged as a stray dog. she makes
a good roast beef sandwich & the beer’s always
cold. but she wants more than kitchen duty, washing
socks & mopping up the bathroom floor.
she gets that hungry look in her eyes, the kind that
can burn a man down to his ashes, like a scarecrow
in a bonfire;...
it’s hard to tell the difference. they can switch sides
quick & easy to get what they want.
so Karrie is a good girl. she took me in when I was
broke & wasted, ragged as a stray dog. she makes
a good roast beef sandwich & the beer’s always
cold. but she wants more than kitchen duty, washing
socks & mopping up the bathroom floor.
she gets that hungry look in her eyes, the kind that
can burn a man down to his ashes, like a scarecrow
in a bonfire;...
#lover
#polyamory
#UnrequitedLove
1605 reads
15 Comments
lightbaron
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2012 6:06am
2nd Nov 2012 6:06am
Same ol'
nothing new
but
there never was
same song
sung under the same sun
spun still
in the first test
trial run
of the only one infinity
the same three shapes
and seven vowels
make legible the everything
pouring forth as midnight plastic
invent only a mold
to hold moments
from the splintered shadows
of the same old love
that always was
paint the roadmap from your quantum leap
squared me stop enough to claim polyamory
hug your partner
as electricity does water
if you share seared retina
if...
but
there never was
same song
sung under the same sun
spun still
in the first test
trial run
of the only one infinity
the same three shapes
and seven vowels
make legible the everything
pouring forth as midnight plastic
invent only a mold
to hold moments
from the splintered shadows
of the same old love
that always was
paint the roadmap from your quantum leap
squared me stop enough to claim polyamory
hug your partner
as electricity does water
if you share seared retina
if...
#love
#polyamory
1005 reads
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