Best Virginity Poems
Virginity, the state of never having had sexual intercourse,
The state of being naïve, innocent, or inexperienced in a particular context,
Thought of as almost congenital awkwardness, a disease,
Sex being something you cannot allow yourself to get, a disease for a girl.
Something to get rid of, a disease for a boy.
Virginity being something sacred and to be cherished,
Sex is exciting, and hot, and almost a prerequisite for your first year of college,
Something sad, something hot, something bad, all of these things and it is-
Virginity, the state of never having had sexual intercourse.
Back to back we are bound
Hands tied, yet we defend
A treasure quite profound
Thought highly of by men
Hands tied yet we defend
Our innocence and pride
That for many has been bent
And, some have thrown aside
Our innocence and pride
Worth more than you possess
Although daily we are tried
We are stronger than the rest
Worth more than you possess
Women own the power
Some sell it upon request
We prefer you climb the tower
Women own the power
A treasure quite profound
We prefer you climb the tower
Back to back we are bound
-Miranda Lambert-
**I will dedicate this to my little sister when she’s a little older :-)**
~Contest: Back to Back by: Paula Swanson~
Today I decided
To bring company
To my mandatory session
Of therapy
I hope this poem
Doesn’t offend
Anybody who decides
They want to read
This topic may be a bit
Touchy or confusing to some
Who like to sit and pretend
Or play dumb
What if you have never
Had control over loosing
Your virginity
What about the girls
Who had it taken unwillingly
What about the chesters
Who plot times and wait
And resolve to touch
And never penetrate
Should a girl call herself
A virgin
Even if she doesn’t feel like
She still has her virginity
What about the boys
Who swear in secrecy
To the archdiocese and priestly men
What about the girls
Who are sold into sexual
Slavery
What about the family friends
Who take prizes from children
Too costly for them
What about the moms
That remember in infancy
The horrible atrocities to great to tell
Of things that happened
To their precious baby girls
Someone needs to invent
A new definition
For virginity
Advice given freely,
with regards to losing your virginity;
"The time has to be right for both of you,
otherwise the moment won't be right for either of you."
On a night I feel has been well lived
met is her sweet becoming gaze
that savory ocular innocence
built to shadow her soft, fluid, longing intent
that whispers,
"I am open to you."
And so she calmly is
and with my head
full of rocks and irrelevance
I unconsciously enter
and sigh
Once, again, twice more
our love traces a metronome
So soon does it become
an inhale
exhaled
I lean into her
limbs aside
in a love extension
a vital push through tension
and the small red brook that follows
flows to fill a page
and rest a mind
The Sea is my lover
the shoreline our bedroom
slowly he takes me to
the Ends of Forever.
Ignoring the jagged rocks he comes calling
cutting himself on the
stones and the shingles.
Arriving breathless, he lifts me
higher
until I crash on the vague
horizon.
And I am left
clinging
to his nebulous shadow
while my salt tears descend
and fill his great
Body.
Hold on, come back to your senses,
Forgive them as God did your trespasses,
You would never find peace even if you
kicked
his tasticles,
You feel your virginity was stolen
By promises made on lust
Oh don't beat yourself for having too much
trust,
You only hoped it would last!
Little did you know that the one who
vowed to
take care of your heart,
Was only looking for a loophole to spread
your
legs apart
He just wanted to erase the doubt that in
your
face you carried
So that he could make sure your virginity is
buried.
What is this anger that you carrying in your
life
You're still a woman- only pride was taken,
maybe your heart is raged because your
heart
was faked.
But it's over now, a brand new day
Busy your grudge with yesterday.
Do not conclude that all men are ruthless,
For even vultures are not the same
Find the strength to pass through while
he's
covered in shame
My sister you're beautiful and love is
wonderful,
Do not let one man deprive you of
remaining
attempts to your happiness,
Technically you're still a virgin
For you were never ready!
Stay positive...
A precious little package,
Marked with a V,
Was wrapped and sent to you
In the most dire of circumstances
That precious little package,
Which was marked with a V,
Was submitted into your possession,
A tad bit early.
That package can never be returned,
For there was a one-time policy.
A precious little package,
Was stamped with a V,
And also named my virginity.
I lost the inner part of me but that doesn't make me worthless
I lost the inner part of me that doesn't make me useless
I lost the inner part of me but still can make a difference
I lost the inner part of me but still can be an inspiration
Yes!the guilt haunts me day and night but I still have a chance to make the impossible possible
I lost the inner part of me but that doesn't make me worthless
I lost the inner part of me that doesn't make me useless
I lost the inner part of me but still can make a difference
People may think that if I lost the inner part of me I am an ant
That could just be stepped over
Oh No!I still have a voice
I'm still human
Shh and listen because the inner voice in me speaks on volumes
The prodigal child speaks so listen because the inner voice in me speaks in tongues
I lost the inner part of me but that doesn't make me worthless
I lost the inner part of me that doesn't make me useless
I lost the inner part of me but still can make a difference
I lost the inner part of me but still can be inspiration
When kane is mankind's lesson in life
there remains a need for a lesson in love
when your television is hell's proof of a holy war
your blind muse confused with the legacy of christ
and the battle of troy
Both seem to have a name similar to genocide
and a plan to love this loveless weapon
since the planet is a homeless shelter
the realisation we have nowhere better to go
we cheer on the one man army at war
one in which we know there will be no victoms
and results in no non believers
When two peaceful men stand tall
one hand washing the other
even in metaphor in the midst of mankind's obsessive compulsions
that had left them thinking their wills to do good werre being tested as if they were flawed
A continual life lesson
of your media and music
string theory at god's birthday
simple cliches of your life lesson
gives you another chance at winning one of god's lottery's
either way, this is an ultimate payday
Tongue danced behind lips; anticipation,
Love transformed in unbridled liberation.
Fire-born body heat of scalding passion,
Unrealized immense infatuation.
Naked whispers confess love; consummation,
Bound by virginity-claimed emancipation.
Progesterone mounts -
All reason spreads asunder
Retracing one's love.
© July 16, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
The pressure was just to intense
She didn't want her innocence
Taken away by someone
She didn't really know or love
All because she felt ashamed
Never playing the sex games
Her friends talk about a lot
Daily she's put on the spot
To lose a piece of childhood
When it doesn't feel good
Being forced to give in
To a stranger is a sin
So whenever her friends start
She finds the morals in her heart
And tells them she will not be
Part of this popularity
If she has to surrender
To this sexual contender
That tears apart young girls souls
Leaving them no longer whole
She heard the footsteps coming
through the dark
While her body buried itself into
the kitchen
But he came and rode on her
lovely smiles
His face covered with excitement
Served her with punches and bitter
kisses
And majestically stripped her off like
a day old baby
She didn't ask for romance neither sex
But he silently pierced her heart with
his words
And crawled through the walls of her beautiful legs
He visited every single corner
Screwed her carelessly like a dirty mechanic
And set the pulses of her skin on fire
Her life was crumbling
Dreams caved ridiculously into a
pit of tears
She was pushed, beaten and tortured against her will
He penetrated and forcibly raped her
Left her eyes opened to swim in a
river of blood
And she became a victim of the
constant flashbacks
This place she did call home
It is not really a home
But a place of constant abuses
And rape is now seen as a new religion
She was living the best of life in,
The midst of her friends with an,
Angelic voice.
She was admired by everyone with hate.
In the late 1884 to early 1885, she's planned,
To be raped in the name of conference;
Where her parts were partition among her
Evil peers.
She was involved into a gang raped with,
Europe and America, where she lost her,
Virginity instantly, then, some of her parts,
Were called pepper coast, & lion mountain.
She bleeds continuously in the midst,
Of her beauty.
She uses memories to wipe away her blood.
Everyone tuned their backs on her.
Those rapists no longer have time for her,
Illness.
They are all creeping to steal away her,
Beauty.
Before she was raped, she was nicely,
Called the birth place of mankind,
But now, one of her parts is now said,
To be called "The White Men Grave".
©®2021
A.M Ngumbu, Jr.