Lesbian Poetry - Blog Posts
insatiable hunger.
yearning yearning yearning, i write more of these little poem things than i do actual fan-fiction ‘m sorry </3 i hope you enjoy this too, though!!
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i see her face. in the ever fast movement the spinning world around me makes, i always catch her face — she’s driven me mad.
wether it be her or not, i’m hungry, and the more i starve the more insatiable i am bound to get. i need to feel the warmth of her flesh beneath my own, purposeful fingers holding, kneading, gripping her in place right next to me.
right on to me.
right, being one with me. yeah, thats right..
i am hungry in a way no plate of food can fix, nothing can take this empty feeling away from me, someone can only fill it.
and she looks so pretty, my body wants her to be the one to fill it. my mind is sick and elsewhere, twisting every other face on the street to have the same curve of her lips, the sharpness of her eyes missing the gleam they get at the sight of me. oh how she loves me.
in a moment of such depravity the roles have no names attached and the bodily abilities are only for each others hands to touch. i wanted her to hold me by my hair, and i find myself gripping the back of her neck. i wanted her to greedily steal sounds from my lips to fill hers with, and i find myself devouring her every breath whole. i didn’t want her to do things to me anymore, i wanted her.
tsunami
what is a crush?
it is searching for your initial on those
"interact to claim" posts
it is thinking of your name
every time someone mentions a crush
it is looking at you
just to look
i cant help it that you're pretty
it is making you laugh and then
saying more things to make you laugh more
amid the ache in my stomach knowing
you dont feel the same way
it is promising myself
that i wouldnt write poetry about you
but here i am
with a poem
it is the ocean going out
so slowly that you dont realize
until you are standing
and a wave looms large
and you cannot help
but be swallowed
by the sea
disappointment
when my phone buzzes
and it is his name
and not hers
ocean
i told her she was the ocean
but she didnt understand what i meant
and i couldnt explain it without telling her
that i like her
she is beautiful and steady and consistant
waves crashing on the shore
i almost told her she was the moon
shining in the sky
i dont think she would've gotten that one either
the moon and the ocean and the night sky
and everything gorgeous and powerful
and always, always there
things you don't do for a girl you're "just friends" with:
walk her anywhere she wants to go, even when it's cold and wet outside and all you want is to be inside
be jealous when she brings up a boy you know she used to have a crush on (especially since you're pretty sure she's over him)
get butterflies whenever she moves her chair closer to yours
smile when you see her name on your phone (and refuse to remove the hearts you put on her contact when you had a crush on her, even though you're totally over it)
stay up way later than you meant to just to text her because as soon as you go to bed it's over
and you definitely, definitely dont want to kiss her. not the girl you're just friends with. not the girl you say you're over
not happening
i'm not going to let myself
have a new crush
not this soon
not on her
i'm not going to let myself
like a girl so painfully straight
and break my streak
of not liking girls who could never
like me
but what happens
when i catch myself thinking of her
or looking for her
or lighting up, briefly,
at her name on my phone
when she's creeping up on me
like the first sign of spring
six more weeks of winter
i can't go any more days without her
but i promised
no more girls
not right now
definitely not her
shut up, heart
romeo
"i don't even like her anymore" i say
"i'm completely, 100% over her"
but
sometimes
when i let myself glance at her
i understand how romeo felt
shouting at that balcony
"I know what I am when I look at old pictures long, wavy hair, eyeliner, mascara demure and mysterious. I know what I am when I wander on my lunch hour to sample new fragrances and linger near lace lingerie. I know what I am when I paw through these old letters still warm with old passions held firmly in wide rubber bands. I know what I am when the sight of old white t-shirts and the smell of Old Space can still make me shiver and smile I know what I am in the dark when you fill me your hands and your mouth in the head of the heart of my center I know what I am." "Old femme", Madeline Davis, The Persistent Desire, (Edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)
Art of my Heart
What’s another knife to my very heart
Words unraveling my very being apart
Stabbing words meant with love and care
Heavy hearted words constricting my air
This doesn’t feel very evenly fair
Our hearts we were supposed to share
Instead leaving me with a bitter tart
Wishing we could both just restart
What’s another knife to my very heart
Don’t even get a proper first date to start
Almost wishing I could have a cold frigid care
Instead my heart holds the dagger of despair
Will the flesh of my heart ever heal and repair
Even with every new tiny terrifying tear
Wishing she would still hold my whole art
At least she still wants to hold a part
Dancing in the Rain
Will you hold me in the racing rain
No matter how heavy the storm drain
Even when the shiver strikes the skin
Take my hand in a sprinkling spin
As we dance in puddles on the ground
To the symphonic silver rain sound
Your makeup running with the skies tears
Hand in hand together there will be no fears
Will you hold me in the racing rain
Together in love we have so much to gain
Your lipstick lips laughing in a grin
As the rain echoes off your chin
We dance in love in dresses drowned
Together even when there’s no rain found
We will be hand in hand exploring new frontiers
With the memory of silver rain and laughter in our ears
Desire Fire
Do we all spend this life chasing a loving desire
Chasing after a girl only to fall in hellfire
Freely falling fast with heart set ablaze
Collecting kindling bundled with her addicting praise
Feeling the warmth of the sun under her gaze
Her warming words never cease to amaze
Passionately dancing in her freeing fire
Not caring for others cold condemning attire
Do we all spend this life chasing a loving desire
Freely falling fast for passion oh so dire
As her passionate praise left the mind in a daze
sensual souls together in a raging craze
Mutual passionate praise dousing fuel on the hearts blaze
The flames of the fire momentarily raise
Until her gaze starts to tire
Bidding adieu to retire
Words for You
What words can perfectly describe you
Words that will hopefully stick like a nice glue
Words I want you to know are undoubtedly true
Numerous words all for you that are still too very few
Too little for your sound
A sound so sincerely profound
A sound that’s holding me to the ground
Yet also brings me to sleep on a calming cloud
What words can describe my feelings for you
To say how you have made me anew
To confess to you that my heart flew
Without breaking my hopeless heart in two
Too little words is all I can say
But I wouldn’t have it any other way
Thinking of you lovingly at night as I lay
For you have truly blessed me everyday
Falling Star
Why has everyone deserted the night
I ponder as I walk in the beauty of her starlight
Falling for the embrace of her moonlight
As I rejoice in the song of midnight
Starry eyed as the shimmering stars align
Our fates intertwined in twinkling twilight divine
Festering words left unsaid in the dying moonshine
A great love only broken by the emerging sunshine
Why has everyone abandoned the night
I question as her stars began to ignite
Dancing under the starry spotlight
Forever falling like a star in flight
Moon drunk stumbling as the stars fall out of line
My full heart falling as the moon begins to resign
Now tiredly waiting for the shining stars to realign
For dawn can only temporarily separate starline
Love Comes in Purple
Can you hold onto my tender rose hand
Until my shaking leafs come to a still understand
Until my petals can confidently stand
So we can be strongly rooted to loamy land
No matter how many moons it takes
I’ll hold on even if my fragile flowered heart aches
Every time your violet irises meet my eyes
I’m gazing upon luminous lavender skies
Can I put your soft natured hands in mine
Until the flowers in our hearts intertwine
Until our blooming hearts shine
So I can finally say your mine
No matter how many moons fly by
I will never ever deny
The violets I will always have for you
For I could never tire of the loving hue
Cotton Candy
Her love was like cotton candy
It was soft and saccharinely sweet
Mixed with passionate pinks
Once I took a bite
It melted on my tongue
Just like cotton candy
Her love was like cotton candy
It was delicately sirupy
And it melted my weak heart
After just a few more bites
Nothing remained
Just like cotton candy
Lavender Eyes
The gentle honesty
In her vibrant eyes
They are always in bloom
At least to me
I look into her eyes
Admiring the beauty
Of her lavender eyes
The gentle honesty
In her vibrant eyes
They always lull me to sleep
From easing all my worries
I’ll always look into her eyes
Forever an admirer
Of her lavender eyes
Midnight Blue
The starry night glow
Of her eyes
They are very kind
I reach for them
My arm outstretched
For the Midnight Blue
Her crescent lips
Never waning
Always staying sweet
I reach for them again
My arm always outstretched
For the Midnight Blue.