sexuality – Page 2 – The Dreamers' Corner

Poem: Body Talks

When I was youngI hated my body.Stomach always achingMuscles always hurting.Always too slow.Too small.Too boney.As I grew olderOnly got worse.Penis standing erectAt slightest stray thought.Heart always pounding.Everything too noisy.Too painful.Too overwhelming.Now I love my body.I know how to listenAs my body talks.When I grow sad or angryI know I need food.When I grow fatiguedI knowContinue reading “Poem: Body Talks”

Poem: Take Back The Night 2019

We meet at the parkBrought togetherBy hope and rageBy grief and love.Survivors and alliesJoin togetherTo take back the night.We march through the streetHundreds strong.People watch.People glare.People cheer.Cars honkDrivers tap their fingers.We chantWe march.Awareness spreadsNotice is taken.We sit in a barAs stories are toldPoems are readMusic is sung.Laughter and tearsFlow and meld.Hope bloomsIn my bosom.I feelContinue reading “Poem: Take Back The Night 2019”

Poem: Penis Moments

It has always been thereSource of curiositySource of pleasure.Both convenienceAnd inconvenience.My father taught meHow to wash itKeep it clean and healthy.I shouted with joyTo discover hair growingAll around it.I raced homeIn an effortTo have it not betray me.With golden liquid streaming forthI stood before my Grade 5 classFace flushed with shameAs a pool of wetnessTriggeredContinue reading “Poem: Penis Moments”

Poem: Learning To Love My Body

I came into the worldSmall and afraid.Had to take meForciblyFrom my mother’s womb.I am toldI was beautifulThough I cried a lotStruggled to sleep.Slow to talkSlow to walk.As I grewLearned not to trustMy own body.Grew to hate itDespise itWish it were differentSee it only as weakness.Had only a slight inklingOf the goodThe potentialIn my body.ThenSlowly butContinue reading “Poem: Learning To Love My Body”

Afraid to Dance

“A warrior who cannot dance? Clumsy in both war and peace he is”–Jedi Grand Master Yoda in Star Wars: Clone Wars: Cestus Deception by Steve Barnes I’ve noticed a trend among young adults in Canada, which was once a curiosity, but now is an area of growing concern. When people are encouraged to dance, thereContinue reading “Afraid to Dance”

Poem: Rub The Pain Away

In those timesWhen pain fills my being.When all seems darkWhen all hope seems lost.When I feelMost lonely.As I layAlone in my bedDemons filling my mind.There is one remedyTo give me chance to fight.As images fill my mindAs music fills my earsMy body comes alive.My loins burn with need.My manhood stiffensPulses and throb.sMy hands moveCaressing andContinue reading “Poem: Rub The Pain Away”

Poem: Times Of Pain

In the timesWhen bones grow wearyMuscles acheSoul, heart, and mindAre clouded by darkness.Entire beingFilled with pain.All you want to doIs cease to feel.Don’t give up!Hold on.Practice hopeFaith and love.Fight to live.In the dayFind work to do.Find ways to rest.Move your bodyUntil the Spirit fills you.At nightReach out to God.Stretch your legsRub the pain away.Then fallContinue reading “Poem: Times Of Pain”

Poem: Skinny Dipping

I strip off my clothesSacred momentOf undressing.AnticipationFilling my heartI jumpOff the dockWind whistlingAcross my naked skin.I plunge beneathThe still waterEngulfed immediatelyIn pleasant bubbles.I swimTo the surfaceTake a breathAnd revelIn primal glory .Funny howA small changeCan feel so different.The waterDoes not careAbout the fatOn my belly,Or the sizeOf my dick,Or how tallI stand.It embraces allLightens all.TheContinue reading “Poem: Skinny Dipping”

Poem: A Man

A manIs not madeBy strength alone.Not definedBy bulging musclesOr rock-hard abs.A manIs not valuedBy the number of womenHe’s slept with.Is not measuredBy how bigHis dick is.What makes a manIs his heart.How loving he isHow hopefulHow faithful.What defines a manIs how openHis mind is.How vulnerableHe’ll let himself become.For a true manIs invaluableMeasureless.We needTo recognizeThe true natureContinue reading “Poem: A Man”

Poem: Naked

I’ve always enjoyedBeing naked.I do not referSolely to sexy timeThough I enjoy that too.NoI’m talking aboutSitting at homeReading a bookWatching TVSleeping in bedPlaying a gameWorking out.EverythingEveryday.I don’t knowWhy this isWhy I just loveTo get nude.MaybeIt’s becauseAs an early psych reportAttestedChoosing clothesCaused meIncapacitating anxietyBefore the age of 9.MaybeIt’s becauseI value honestySo muchAnd there’s somethingInherently honestAbout nudity.MaybeIt’sContinue reading “Poem: Naked”