Posts Tagged ‘Self-observation 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: Devlin De La Chapa
Posted: July 1, 2016 in PoetryTags: adolescent poems and poetry, BoySlut Magazine, BoySlut Poems, childhood poems and poetry, Coming of Age Poems, Coming of Age Poetry, Devlin De La Chapa, Jacks the game, poems about growing up, Poemsy by Devlin De La Chapa, Poet Devlin De La Chapa, Self-observation poems, Self-observation poetry, the game of Jacks
artist: janis anton
j a c k s
today,
I said my ‘good byes’
and cut my ties
with you,
and
grew up.
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: John Grey
Posted: June 27, 2016 in PoetryTags: BoySlut Magazine, BoySlut Poetry, Insufferable Poems, Insufferable Poetry, John Grey, Poems by John Grey, Poet John Grey, Self-observation poems, Self-observation poetry
AS NIGHT APPROACHES
Shadows of late afternoon,
closed sign in a shop window…
dusk drives out the light,
tamps the business,
sends the people home.
I look at my silhouette
as I hang out here,
stretched interminably,
longer than I’ll ever be.
My flesh is so perilously close
to being just a tenth of what I am,
as I read the sorry tale
of Bessie’s luncheonette…
it’s much too late to feed you,
even to call you by your name,
speak to you.
There’s just me in her window,
half reflection, half closed-sign.
And my shadow’s off
to link with other shadows,
until their shapes have nothing to do
with me, with signs, with restaurants.
Soon, I’ll be alone in the dark,
sitting on some broken steps,
as hungry as tomorrow must be,
a closed sign in a window,
open for business.
Poet: Ivan Jenson
Posted: June 23, 2016 in Musing, PoetryTags: BoySlut Poetry, Insufferable Poems, Insufferable Poetry, Ivan Jenson, Legal Themed Poetry, Poems by Ivan Jenson, Poems with a Legal theme, Poet Ivan Jenson, Self-observation poems, Self-observation poetry
Legal Jargon
Always
copyright your life
story
so that nobody
steals your unique
plot
better yet
dictate your
autobiography
to a dedicated
biographer
some in-house
stenographer
who has the infinite
patience to transcribe
the intimate first person
subjective narrative
that you describe
in painstaking
love-making
detail
and make sure not
to gloss over
every he-said she-said
moment that
made your epic
journey so special
this way you
can always sue
anybody
who tries to
infringe on
the fringe benefit
of having the patent
on being the one
and only
insufferable
you
Poet: Devlin De La Chapa
Posted: June 19, 2016 in PoetryTags: BoySlut, Desperation Poetry, Devlin De La Chapa, Observational poems, Observational poetry, Poems about Anxiety, Poems about Stress, Poems by Devlin De La Chapa, Poems of Desperation, Poet Devlin De La Chapa, Self-observation poems, Self-observation poetry
Desperaturbia
Clipping toenails scatter
in the
sink
My anxiety
needs to
rethink
desperately of us
Your cigarette butt ashes
embed on my
tongue
And your black market
perfume reeks
of maggot
beauty
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: Terry Smith
Posted: June 10, 2016 in PoetryTags: BoySlut, Heartbreak poems, Heartbreak poetry, Poems about Regret, Poems about Relationships, Poems about Women Issues, Poems by Terry Smith, Poet Terry Smith, Poetry about Women Issues, Regret and Heartbreak Poetry, Self-observation poems, Self-observation poetry, Terry Smith
Contemptible You
my affections
with all the
delicacy
of a meth addicted sadist
with daddy issues & a jackhammer
your ink
a mixture
of nightshade & cyanide
seeped from your lips
& into my pores
in [toxic] ating me…..
nicotine scented swirls
& ethanol procured smiles
lead to ecstasy induced spasms
little deaths
of my soul
Poet: John D. Robinson
Posted: June 10, 2016 in PoetryTags: BoySlut Poems, Heartbreak poems, Heartbreak poetry, John D. Robinson, Poems about Heartbreak, Poems about Regret, Poems about Relationships, Poems about Self Anger, Poems by John D. Robinson, Poet John D. Robinson, Poetry about Heartbreak, Self-observation poems, Self-observation poetry
WAY WAY BACK
I hadn’t thought of her
in a very long time
and
she probably hasn’t
thought of me
in a very long time
and
I can’t think why
she would think of me
for I hurt her terribly;
I’ve long since forgiven
myself
for the teenage
asshole I was
but I still carry this
with me today
and
I hope that she doesn’t
and
that I’m as good as dead
as far as her
memory is concerned;
I deserve to be.
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.