Poems About Polyamory Published by Members Recently Online
#polyamory
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 3:39pm
5th Aug 2022 3:39pm
Dionysia
All hail the midnight critic
Who knows more than most critics know
That ladies in a Sapphic show
Will speak a lingo most proclitic.
And were the matter to arise,
In a manner too upsetting,
Remember that the heavy petting
..'twere, perhaps, an exercise
Like classic yoga, or a dance,
To entertain their favorite dudes
Who, weary of their underpants,
Will lose them and bad attitudes
To a slightly hypnotic trance...
Quite unfashionable with the prudes!
Who knows more than most critics know
That ladies in a Sapphic show
Will speak a lingo most proclitic.
And were the matter to arise,
In a manner too upsetting,
Remember that the heavy petting
..'twere, perhaps, an exercise
Like classic yoga, or a dance,
To entertain their favorite dudes
Who, weary of their underpants,
Will lose them and bad attitudes
To a slightly hypnotic trance...
Quite unfashionable with the prudes!
#polyamory
#reading
#Romanticism
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 3:39pm
5th Aug 2022 3:39pm
Dionysia
All hail the midnight critic
Who knows more than most critics know
That ladies in a Sapphic show
Will speak a lingo most proclitic.
And were the matter to arise,
In a manner too upsetting,
Remember that the heavy petting
..'twere, perhaps, an exercise
Like classic yoga, or a dance,
To entertain their favorite dudes
Who, weary of their underpants,
Will lose them and bad attitudes
To a slightly hypnotic trance...
Quite unfashionable with the prudes!
Who knows more than most critics know
That ladies in a Sapphic show
Will speak a lingo most proclitic.
And were the matter to arise,
In a manner too upsetting,
Remember that the heavy petting
..'twere, perhaps, an exercise
Like classic yoga, or a dance,
To entertain their favorite dudes
Who, weary of their underpants,
Will lose them and bad attitudes
To a slightly hypnotic trance...
Quite unfashionable with the prudes!
#polyamory
#reading
#Romanticism
358 reads
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 3:39pm
5th Aug 2022 3:39pm
Dionysia
All hail the midnight critic
Who knows more than most critics know
That ladies in a Sapphic show
Will speak a lingo most proclitic.
And were the matter to arise,
In a manner too upsetting,
Remember that the heavy petting
..'twere, perhaps, an exercise
Like classic yoga, or a dance,
To entertain their favorite dudes
Who, weary of their underpants,
Will lose them and bad attitudes
To a slightly hypnotic trance...
Quite unfashionable with the prudes!
Who knows more than most critics know
That ladies in a Sapphic show
Will speak a lingo most proclitic.
And were the matter to arise,
In a manner too upsetting,
Remember that the heavy petting
..'twere, perhaps, an exercise
Like classic yoga, or a dance,
To entertain their favorite dudes
Who, weary of their underpants,
Will lose them and bad attitudes
To a slightly hypnotic trance...
Quite unfashionable with the prudes!
#polyamory
#reading
#Romanticism
358 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 1:36pm
11th Aug 2023 1:36pm
the battle of self
The Battle for Independence
Going up the stairs leading to her flat the steps appeared to be in pain not used to anyone walking on them at this hour
The kitchen door was open I entered into a bare, but clean room no modern kitchen equipment here, but an old wash basin made of tin hung on the wall
The living room was equally bare Pictures on the wall had been taken down yellow squares showing where they had been, and simple furniture except for a big table near the window, I pulled out a chair and sat down to a profound silence, so awesome I fell asleep.
When I...
Going up the stairs leading to her flat the steps appeared to be in pain not used to anyone walking on them at this hour
The kitchen door was open I entered into a bare, but clean room no modern kitchen equipment here, but an old wash basin made of tin hung on the wall
The living room was equally bare Pictures on the wall had been taken down yellow squares showing where they had been, and simple furniture except for a big table near the window, I pulled out a chair and sat down to a profound silence, so awesome I fell asleep.
When I...
#BestFriend
#marriage
#lover
#polyamory
#obsession
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 1:36pm
11th Aug 2023 1:36pm
the battle of self
The Battle for Independence
Going up the stairs leading to her flat the steps appeared to be in pain not used to anyone walking on them at this hour
The kitchen door was open I entered into a bare, but clean room no modern kitchen equipment here, but an old wash basin made of tin hung on the wall
The living room was equally bare Pictures on the wall had been taken down yellow squares showing where they had been, and simple furniture except for a big table near the window, I pulled out a chair and sat down to a profound silence, so awesome I fell asleep.
When I...
Going up the stairs leading to her flat the steps appeared to be in pain not used to anyone walking on them at this hour
The kitchen door was open I entered into a bare, but clean room no modern kitchen equipment here, but an old wash basin made of tin hung on the wall
The living room was equally bare Pictures on the wall had been taken down yellow squares showing where they had been, and simple furniture except for a big table near the window, I pulled out a chair and sat down to a profound silence, so awesome I fell asleep.
When I...
#BestFriend
#marriage
#lover
#polyamory
#obsession
246 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 1:36pm
11th Aug 2023 1:36pm
the battle of self
The Battle for Independence
Going up the stairs leading to her flat the steps appeared to be in pain not used to anyone walking on them at this hour
The kitchen door was open I entered into a bare, but clean room no modern kitchen equipment here, but an old wash basin made of tin hung on the wall
The living room was equally bare Pictures on the wall had been taken down yellow squares showing where they had been, and simple furniture except for a big table near the window, I pulled out a chair and sat down to a profound silence, so awesome I fell asleep.
When I...
Going up the stairs leading to her flat the steps appeared to be in pain not used to anyone walking on them at this hour
The kitchen door was open I entered into a bare, but clean room no modern kitchen equipment here, but an old wash basin made of tin hung on the wall
The living room was equally bare Pictures on the wall had been taken down yellow squares showing where they had been, and simple furniture except for a big table near the window, I pulled out a chair and sat down to a profound silence, so awesome I fell asleep.
When I...
#BestFriend
#marriage
#lover
#polyamory
#obsession
246 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 1:36pm
11th Aug 2023 1:36pm
the battle of self
The Battle for Independence
Going up the stairs leading to her flat the steps appeared to be in pain not used to anyone walking on them at this hour
The kitchen door was open I entered into a bare, but clean room no modern kitchen equipment here, but an old wash basin made of tin hung on the wall
The living room was equally bare Pictures on the wall had been taken down yellow squares showing where they had been, and simple furniture except for a big table near the window, I pulled out a chair and sat down to a profound silence, so awesome I fell asleep.
When I...
Going up the stairs leading to her flat the steps appeared to be in pain not used to anyone walking on them at this hour
The kitchen door was open I entered into a bare, but clean room no modern kitchen equipment here, but an old wash basin made of tin hung on the wall
The living room was equally bare Pictures on the wall had been taken down yellow squares showing where they had been, and simple furniture except for a big table near the window, I pulled out a chair and sat down to a profound silence, so awesome I fell asleep.
When I...
#BestFriend
#marriage
#lover
#polyamory
#obsession
246 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 1:36pm
11th Aug 2023 1:36pm
the battle of self
The Battle for Independence
Going up the stairs leading to her flat the steps appeared to be in pain not used to anyone walking on them at this hour
The kitchen door was open I entered into a bare, but clean room no modern kitchen equipment here, but an old wash basin made of tin hung on the wall
The living room was equally bare Pictures on the wall had been taken down yellow squares showing where they had been, and simple furniture except for a big table near the window, I pulled out a chair and sat down to a profound silence, so awesome I fell asleep.
When I...
Going up the stairs leading to her flat the steps appeared to be in pain not used to anyone walking on them at this hour
The kitchen door was open I entered into a bare, but clean room no modern kitchen equipment here, but an old wash basin made of tin hung on the wall
The living room was equally bare Pictures on the wall had been taken down yellow squares showing where they had been, and simple furniture except for a big table near the window, I pulled out a chair and sat down to a profound silence, so awesome I fell asleep.
When I...
#BestFriend
#marriage
#lover
#polyamory
#obsession
246 reads
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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
940 reads
8 Comments
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
940 reads
8 Comments
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
940 reads
8 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2018 1:57am
2nd Oct 2018 1:57am
Stick Shift
#erotic
#memories
#polyamory
723 reads
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DU Poetry : Poems About Polyamory Published by Members Recently Online
