Posts Tagged ‘Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems’
Poet: Sanjeev Sethi
Posted: July 1, 2016 in PoetryTags: BoySlut Magazine, BoySlut Poems, Erotic Angst Poems, Erotic Angst Poetry, Erotically themed poems, Erotically themed poetry, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting Poetry, Observational poems, Observational poetry, Poems by Sanjeev Sethi, Poet Sanjeev Sethi, Sanjeev Sethi, Self-observation poems, Self-observation poetry
Poet: Luna Love
Posted: June 29, 2016 in PoetryTags: BoySlut Magazine, BoySlut Poetry, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting Poetry, Love poems, Luna Love, poems about Love, Poems by Luna Love, Poems with a Heart Theme, Poet Luna Love, Poetry with a Heart Theme, Self-observation poems, Self-observation poetry, Themed Heart Poetry
My Heart is Not My Own
My hearts beats in my chest
But it is not my own
It was here one day
Then gone the next
When his eyes caught mine
And set me on fire
A longing desire
My heart now to him it belongs
My soul has also drifted along
Poet: Devlin De La Chapa
Posted: June 25, 2016 in Musing, PoetryTags: BoySlut Magazine, BoySlut Poems, BoySlut Poetry, Devlin De La Chapa, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting Poetry, Insufferable Poems, Insufferable Poetry, Observational poems, Observational poetry, Poems by Devlin De La Chapa, Poet Devlin De La Chapa
death by Poet(ry)
when you woke up this morning
the dust in the acidic
draft-less air
had already settled upon your face
thus ruining
those past-apocalypse seasons we spent together;
it is a reminiscent of these
when I find myself at a morality loss
rousing up in cheap motel rooms
where the continental breakfasts
don’t seem “continental” anymore.
why do we keep on running?
where do you think we are going?
why can’t we just stake our claim
on some little dingy foreign country (side) dive
and trade treason for reason?
instead of bathing today, you bathe in perfume
and sit upon my dormant cock
the heat within your woman’s womb
doesn’t placate me anymore
but it’s the slow wind of those acidic elements
that waft through your monotonous hair
that which stirs my black key stroke erections.
and each strand that rakes through my hand
reminds me of earth –
pigmen born of mud
air, where contagion spreads –
fire, hell-lelujah in the sky –
water, a grave integrity of baptisms –
you lay your naked face against my cottoned chest
feeling for my last breath, you whisper:
you don’t know this
but you have a black picket fence
staked around your heart
a grave marker
sitting on your soul
and, you’re wearing a suit.
no self-proclaimed poet wears suits,
anymore.
so-stop-pretending-to-be-dead.
Poet: Devlin De La Chapa
Posted: June 15, 2016 in PoetryTags: BoySlut Magazine, BoySlut Poetry, Devlin De La Chapa, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting Poetry, Poems by Devlin De La Chapa, Poet Devlin De La Chapa, Self-observation poems, Self-observation poetry
lovely day
it’s sunny outside
76+ degree weather
birds soar high
the rivers look serene
Bill Withers sings
i’ve packed
everything
in a tiny
little box;
i couldn’t have planned
a better day
to leave you
Poet: Devlin De La Chapa
Posted: June 12, 2016 in Musing, PoetryTags: Anger poems, Anger poetry, anger themed poems, anger themed poetry, Angst Poems, Angst Poetry, BoySlut Poetry, Devlin De La Chapa, Hardy, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting Poetry, Lesbian Angst Poems, Lesbian Angst Poetry, Poems by Devlin De La Chapa, Poet Devlin De La Chapa, Tattoo, Tattoos, Tom, Tom Hardy, Tom Hardy Themed Poems, Tom Hardy themed Poetry
Tom Hardy you’re my Hero
your cream colored tattered flesh
my milky white tattooed breasts
you are as delusional
as you are prostitutional.
if I zip down your mancunt
and spread your iron ego lips wide
will that inglorious slit clit
squirt fortunes of cum juice?
will it tell me my future
and all the brutal things
that are yet to come, not cum
with you or in you?
Yes, I’m feeling peculiar.
Yes, I’m feeling inferior.
Yes, I’m feeling extra-curricular.
your “ooh” and “ah” and “yes” and “yum’s”
mangle me in the dark
pulling me to the bottom
of post-lesbianism-nymphomatic-barrel-psychosis
and I ask what do I do
with all this inhumane addiction?
I bet Tom Hardy
never had to go through this shit!
You hand me a current issue of Esquire
and tell me to shut the fuck up
and grow some balls!
Poet: Narendra Kumar Arya
Posted: June 4, 2016 in Musing, PoetryTags: BoySlut Poetry, Experimental Poems, Experimental Poetry, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting Poetry, Narendra Kumar Arya, Observational poems, Observational poetry, Poems by Narendra Kumar Arya, Poet Narendra Kumar Arya
An Old City
An old city
Actually is not a city
It’s a banana tree
It’s every nook and corner
Like a banana tree
With unique taste and flavor
Since thousands of years.
It has igneous memories
Of old lava
Buried here and there
In metamorphic creations,
Inadequately ejaculated;
And in footprints rocky
Soft dew could sleep blithely
Still with modernity.
An old city
Is like an eternal journey
Amidst webbed rings
Worn, torn, entangled intricate
As if fibers of time.
Poet: John D. Robinson
Posted: May 31, 2016 in Musing, PoetryTags: BoySlut Poems, Erotic Poems, Erotic Poetry, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting Poetry, John D. Robinson, Poems about Eroticism, Poems by John D. Robinson, Poet John D. Robinson, Self-observation poems, Self-observation poetry
THINKING ABOUT FUCKING
Naturally, for decades, I’ve thought more about
fucking than actually fucking;
and over the decades the gap between
thinking and fucking
has grown but the thought of fucking
hasn’t slowed any but the acting on the
thought and making it real has slowed,
although the thoughts burn fiercely as ever
and the spirit surges violently and the touch,
the sensation, the visual
the audio pleasures are all very much alive
and the obsessive
mysterious desires continues
but the energy and physical lust
has slowed
like a ticking clock-hand
getting ready
for a forever
midnight.
Poet: Angelica Fuse
Posted: May 31, 2016 in Musing, PoetryTags: Angelica Fuse, BoySlut Poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting Poetry, Observational poems, Observational poetry, Poems about Inspiration, Poems by Angelica Fuse, Poet Angelica Fuse
this Poem
I’m going to send
this Poem
to everyone I know
just to see who
will give it Love
and let it take root
just to see
where my words
can sprout
how green
they can be
how well watered
in this world
Poet: Michael Marrotti
Posted: May 29, 2016 in PoetryTags: BoySlut Poetry, Heartbreak poems, Heartbreak poetry, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting Poetry, Michael Marrotti, Observational poems, Observational poetry, Ornery Poems, Ornery Poetry, Poems by Michael Marrotti, Poet Michael Marrotti
the world
without a condom
Shove it inside
from Pittsburgh
to California
Fire a load
that could
cover a continent
To let everyone
know it’s cool
Now since you’ve felt
what I felt
Although I’ve been
mistreated and
overlooked
I’m over it
Here’s my proof
you self serving
bastards
It’s still pulsing
Here I am
I fucking exist
No hard feelings
Just my hard dick
a cunt, a bitch
a sexy asshole
I had a premonition
of an occupied
bathroom
Wilted roses and
bloody toilet paper
A feeling in my pants
that had to be let out
We went down
that turbulent road
All the way down
until the zipper broke
We made love
which turned
into hate
We spent wasted time
on infertile grounds
Felicity was uninvited
The only fond memories
I have retained
From all this grief
and perpetual sorrow
Is the sound
of your giggles
after I let you have it
You always thought
it was hilarious
when I made you
bleed from your
delicate asshole
Poet: Ally Malinenko
Posted: May 26, 2016 in Musing, PoetryTags: Ally Malinenko, BoySlut Poetry, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting poems, Inspirational Upbeat Uplifting Poetry, Observational poems, Observational poetry, Poems by Ally Malinenko, Poet Ally Malinenko, Self-observation poems, Self-observation poetry
Worst Thing in the World
It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world
she says and shuts the fridge door, raising an eyebrow.
and I think to myself, please not you too.
Not now, in my childhood kitchen
with my niece running around.
Not now when my sister just told everyone
she was pregnant again,
not now when my first novel came out,
when we just decided what country number five was.
Not now.
But she turns her back to me.
I make jokes and she half smiles,
reminding me again that having a baby
wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world
and I think
no not the worst,
picturing the mountains in Salzburg
and Mozart’s grave,
remembering Caesar’s
and waiting on Beethoven’s
not the worst,
I nod,
not the worst,
but so awfully, dangerously close.