Poems for dating
Poetry changes the way we see and experience the world, reveals aspects of our lives and loves we may have lost sight of, and opens us up to the transformative possibilities of language. If they would not say Queer I could not say courage.
In its astonishing yet simple way, poetry allows us to reconnect with a world that often feels like it takes us for granted. If they would not name me Bastard, worthless, stupid, whore I could not grab onto my own spoken language,my love for my kind, myself.
There’s nothing wrong with being innocent or high minded But I’m glad you’re not.5. And eyes big love-crumbs,and possibly i like the thrillof under me you so quite new7. ”As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.8. When you’re in a long-term relationship and you’re stressed and have maybe forgotten how exquisite your partner is.“Hand Games” by Marge Piercy Mostly the television is onand the washer is running and the kettleshrieks it’s boiling while the telephonerings.
When you are in the first blush of love and you want to shout it from the rooftops.“Steps" by Frank O’Haraoh god it’s wonderfulto get out of bedand drink too much coffeeand smoke too many cigarettesand love you so much6. When you find yourself thinking, “You know, there really aren’t enough poems about blow jobs.”“The Platonic Blow” W. Auden I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow, And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue. When you’re a queer gal who is tired of people asking you how “lesbian sex” works."Haiku" by Anna Pulley (Shameless plug! Mostly we are worrying aboutthe fuel bill and how to pay the taxesand whether the diet is workingwhen the moment of vulnerabilitylights on the nose like a blue mothand flitters away through clouds of mosquitoesand the humid night. I hate them as I hate sex,the man’s mouthsealing my mouth, the man’sparalyzing body—and the cry that always escapes,the low, humiliatingpremise of union—In my mind tonight I hear the question and pursuing answerfused in one soundthat mounts and mounts and thenis split into the old selves,the tired antagonisms.
I occasionally feel vague howvague idon’t know tenuous Now-spears and The Then-arrows making doour mouths something red, something tall2. And on the verge of this horizon’s indifference, I watch as a ship slips into the distance. You’dwhisper that word into my earas if it were a thing you could taste —a sliver of fish, a swirl of chocolateon the tongue.
When you’re trying to convince someone to go on a date with you. R.“Orpheus, Eurydice, Hermes” by Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell She was no longer that woman with blue eyeswho once had echoed through the poet’s songs,no longer the wide couch’s scent and island,and that man’s property no longer. …And your voicecomes back to me through the trees, this wordfor what we couldn’t help but doto each other — a thin cry, unwinding.21.
My feelings for you are just as real As your feelings are for me.
There is light and wine, and sweetheartsin the pomegranate flowers. When you've just started dating and everything is playful and warm and sexy.“Some People” by Wendy Cope Some people like sex more than others—You seem to like it a lot. i like to feel the spineof your body and its bones,and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which i willagain and again and againkiss, i like kissing this and that of you,i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzzof your electric furr,and what-is-it comesover parting flesh…. Let the mare in the fieldin the summer morning mistmake you whinny. When the years just keep getting better and better.“Plain Love” by Adelia Prado, translated by Ellen Watson Tough as old boots, plain love is scrawny, sex-mad,and has as many children as you can imagine. It plants three-colored kisses all around the house,purple and white longings,both the simple and the intense. It concentrates on the essential, what glitters in its eyesis what it is14. I can honestly say I love you In every possible way, And my love keeps growing stronger With every passing day.If your boyfriend's not too serious about life, a funny love poem might be perfect for him.Poetry tends to get a bad rap in our culture, for its obtuseness, its inaccessibility and its pesky habit of making us think and feel things we might not want to think or feel. When you’re struggling with your sexuality or identity or finding the right words to explain your heart.“we all nourish truth with our tongues” by Dorothy Allison I learned then that what no one would saywas the thing about which nothing could be done.Yet poetry has the capacity to be the most life-changing of the arts. If they would not say Lesbian I could not say pride.