Ivs 🇿🇦 - Deviant Poet
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“our passion is the late night hours,
our tearful goodbyes at dawn.”
- Yuan Chen
our tearful goodbyes at dawn.”
- Yuan Chen
November 1, 2025 at 7:32 AM
“our passion is the late night hours,
our tearful goodbyes at dawn.”
- Yuan Chen
our tearful goodbyes at dawn.”
- Yuan Chen
“I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
...
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart...”
#poemoftheday
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
...
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart...”
#poemoftheday
October 31, 2025 at 6:30 AM
“I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
...
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart...”
#poemoftheday
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
...
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart...”
#poemoftheday
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
October 30, 2025 at 6:53 AM
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
October 28, 2025 at 8:02 AM
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I wanted to put
my mouth on you
and draw out whatever toxin…
—but I understand. There are limits
to love. Here is a flower
that needs no water.
It can grow anywhere,
nourished on nothing.
- Kim Addonizio
#poetry
my mouth on you
and draw out whatever toxin…
—but I understand. There are limits
to love. Here is a flower
that needs no water.
It can grow anywhere,
nourished on nothing.
- Kim Addonizio
#poetry
October 27, 2025 at 6:50 AM
I wanted to put
my mouth on you
and draw out whatever toxin…
—but I understand. There are limits
to love. Here is a flower
that needs no water.
It can grow anywhere,
nourished on nothing.
- Kim Addonizio
#poetry
my mouth on you
and draw out whatever toxin…
—but I understand. There are limits
to love. Here is a flower
that needs no water.
It can grow anywhere,
nourished on nothing.
- Kim Addonizio
#poetry
“I want to live longer.
I want to love you longer, say it again,
I want to love you longer
& sing that song
again. & get pummeled by the sea
& come up breathing & hot sun
& those walks & those kids
& hard laugh, clap your hands.”
- Aracelis Girmay
#poetry
I want to love you longer, say it again,
I want to love you longer
& sing that song
again. & get pummeled by the sea
& come up breathing & hot sun
& those walks & those kids
& hard laugh, clap your hands.”
- Aracelis Girmay
#poetry
October 8, 2025 at 6:32 AM
“I want to live longer.
I want to love you longer, say it again,
I want to love you longer
& sing that song
again. & get pummeled by the sea
& come up breathing & hot sun
& those walks & those kids
& hard laugh, clap your hands.”
- Aracelis Girmay
#poetry
I want to love you longer, say it again,
I want to love you longer
& sing that song
again. & get pummeled by the sea
& come up breathing & hot sun
& those walks & those kids
& hard laugh, clap your hands.”
- Aracelis Girmay
#poetry
“...I have
you & you love
me.”
you & you love
me.”
October 1, 2025 at 7:53 AM
“...I have
you & you love
me.”
you & you love
me.”
“I want to kiss the body of my lover, the one mouth, the simple name without a shadow...”
September 30, 2025 at 8:09 AM
“I want to kiss the body of my lover, the one mouth, the simple name without a shadow...”
September 29, 2025 at 8:58 AM
“all I want is a room up there
and you in it...”
and you in it...”
September 28, 2025 at 10:10 AM
“all I want is a room up there
and you in it...”
and you in it...”
“He laughs and a breeze
lifts his hair...”
lifts his hair...”
September 27, 2025 at 7:52 AM
“He laughs and a breeze
lifts his hair...”
lifts his hair...”
“Half the people in the world
love the other half,
half the people
hate the other half.”
love the other half,
half the people
hate the other half.”
September 26, 2025 at 2:52 PM
“Half the people in the world
love the other half,
half the people
hate the other half.”
love the other half,
half the people
hate the other half.”
“Reading, making love, or falling asleep,
Enjoying the usual pleasures and boredoms...”
Enjoying the usual pleasures and boredoms...”
September 18, 2025 at 7:58 AM
“Reading, making love, or falling asleep,
Enjoying the usual pleasures and boredoms...”
Enjoying the usual pleasures and boredoms...”
"Finding is losing something else.
I think about, perhaps even mourn,
what I lost to find this."
I think about, perhaps even mourn,
what I lost to find this."
September 17, 2025 at 4:52 PM
"Finding is losing something else.
I think about, perhaps even mourn,
what I lost to find this."
I think about, perhaps even mourn,
what I lost to find this."
“... And the part where I push you
flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks...”
flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks...”
September 17, 2025 at 6:47 AM
“... And the part where I push you
flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks...”
flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks...”
Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I came to your party
and seduced you
and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.
You want a better story. Who wouldn’t?
A forest, then. Beautiful trees. And a lady singing.
- Richard Siken
and seduced you
and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.
You want a better story. Who wouldn’t?
A forest, then. Beautiful trees. And a lady singing.
- Richard Siken
September 16, 2025 at 6:41 AM
Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I came to your party
and seduced you
and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.
You want a better story. Who wouldn’t?
A forest, then. Beautiful trees. And a lady singing.
- Richard Siken
and seduced you
and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.
You want a better story. Who wouldn’t?
A forest, then. Beautiful trees. And a lady singing.
- Richard Siken
If you ever see me on a yacht, it’s owned by a rich woman and filled with femboys...
September 15, 2025 at 6:14 PM
If you ever see me on a yacht, it’s owned by a rich woman and filled with femboys...
Even if I now saw you
only once,
I would long for you
through worlds,
worlds.
- Izumi Shikibu
only once,
I would long for you
through worlds,
worlds.
- Izumi Shikibu
September 15, 2025 at 8:09 AM
Even if I now saw you
only once,
I would long for you
through worlds,
worlds.
- Izumi Shikibu
only once,
I would long for you
through worlds,
worlds.
- Izumi Shikibu
“Let me hit you.
Will it hurt?
Your face is hurt
all the same.”
Will it hurt?
Your face is hurt
all the same.”
September 12, 2025 at 7:18 AM
“Let me hit you.
Will it hurt?
Your face is hurt
all the same.”
Will it hurt?
Your face is hurt
all the same.”
he is waiting for me
he does not know who i am
but he is waiting
every night when he lays he head
he wonders how much longer it will be
until i find him
until he finds me
he does not know who i am
but he is waiting
every night when he lays he head
he wonders how much longer it will be
until i find him
until he finds me
September 9, 2025 at 7:29 AM
he is waiting for me
he does not know who i am
but he is waiting
every night when he lays he head
he wonders how much longer it will be
until i find him
until he finds me
he does not know who i am
but he is waiting
every night when he lays he head
he wonders how much longer it will be
until i find him
until he finds me
What is a quiet man for
if not to serve me quietly
what is a soft man for
if not to rest his head on me softly
what is an obedient man for
if not to exist obediently
My heart and my house
do not have enough space
for all the good boys in the world
if not to serve me quietly
what is a soft man for
if not to rest his head on me softly
what is an obedient man for
if not to exist obediently
My heart and my house
do not have enough space
for all the good boys in the world
September 7, 2025 at 8:55 AM
What is a quiet man for
if not to serve me quietly
what is a soft man for
if not to rest his head on me softly
what is an obedient man for
if not to exist obediently
My heart and my house
do not have enough space
for all the good boys in the world
if not to serve me quietly
what is a soft man for
if not to rest his head on me softly
what is an obedient man for
if not to exist obediently
My heart and my house
do not have enough space
for all the good boys in the world
I want to be bruised by God.
I want to be strung up in a strong light and singled out.
I want to be stretched, like music wrung from a dropped seed.
I want to be entered and picked clean.
- Charles Wright
#poetry
I want to be strung up in a strong light and singled out.
I want to be stretched, like music wrung from a dropped seed.
I want to be entered and picked clean.
- Charles Wright
#poetry
September 6, 2025 at 6:48 AM
I want to be bruised by God.
I want to be strung up in a strong light and singled out.
I want to be stretched, like music wrung from a dropped seed.
I want to be entered and picked clean.
- Charles Wright
#poetry
I want to be strung up in a strong light and singled out.
I want to be stretched, like music wrung from a dropped seed.
I want to be entered and picked clean.
- Charles Wright
#poetry