Lesbianpoems Stories

Her. She is the first girl that stole your breath and broke your heart. She is the girl at the bookstore humming to herself in the aisles. She is the girl who inked p...

"I promise it's not the world against us The world will catch up In the meantime, lets just be free" Poems written for the love of my life, my fiancée

Here's some lesbian poetry. It's very gay. I'm not very good at it, but at least I'm having fun. I hope you enjoy this. Your friendly neighborhood lesbian, Sapphosonic ...

"withered" is a captivating collection of poems that explores the complexities of love and heartbreak, immersing the reader in a profound and enriching emotion...

#1 in Lgbt Poems These original poems chronicle the Struggles and Triumphs faced by the LGBT community. Some works may contain sensitive content.

Poetry

A whole lot of emotions, and a whole lot of love. There's no heartbreak here, watch me fall. I dare you to fall with me. These poems have some mature scenes, but nothin...

Hey everyone.... It is a poem well rather a sort of ballad...... Enjoy the poem....... Note:- There are uses of abusive languages and acts..... Read at your own risk...

Volume 1. This book is to express my feelings and thoughts. Anything in italics explains why I wrote the poem and a little bit about me. It contains romance, emotional...

Aloka Wijesinghe, a South Asian spoken word, freestyle lesbian poet currently based in Melbourne, Victoria, gets into the midnight tram to Prahran, to a fortnightly open...

horny sapphic poetry, idk

Just a quick poem

Poetry for people who no longer want me, and some for the one who does.

Lesbian poetry by me (most of it i guess). somehow #4 in lesbianpoems (do we not have any lesbians here？)

A collection of sapphic-themed poems.

Book of poems, all written by me. Just a way to help my scattered brain. "I'm a wanderess, I'm a one night stand, Don't belong to no city, Don't belong to n...

My Sweetie said, "We’re like an internet castaways", The Internet is our isolated place. We are deprived for one's sweet embrace, Even just to hold her hand...

Volume two. My thoughts expressed through my poetry. Anything in italics is an explanation of the poem, how it applies to me, or of myself.

well, fuck.