#qpr poetry

[l1arb0y]

When do friends become closer than friends?

Is it when you spend nights up thinking about them?

Is it when you set aside time just to hang out with them and laugh?

When laughing feels real and you smile at every silly thing they do?

When you feel like you can make stupid jokes and joke about love, joke about being more?

Is it when they call you a new nickname and it makes you smile?

Is it when you listen to music and imagine being next to them?

Is it when you can see them as the only exception?

When they can do things no one else can?

When they’ll say things they’ll say to no one else?

When you only feel like you can talk to them, and everyone else burns you out?

When you’ve spent years together and hours feel like minutes?

Is it when you find their flaws endearing, and find those flaws disgusting in others?

Is it when you feel comfortable to share things you don’t share with anyone else?

Is it when you get in a relationship with someone else but you used them as a bar to realize you weren’t in love?

We’re just friends although.

That’s what I tell myself.

Best friends even.

A best friend who I wouldn’t mind sharing my whole life with.

My best friend, someone who I could love with my whole heart and soul if they let me.

someone who I can’t bear to see in pain, someone who I love.

I wouldn’t mind if all their loving comments were real, I wouldn’t mind if they said those words with their whole heart.

If they came to me and said they wanted me for the rest of their life, I wouldn’t mind.

After all, there wouldn’t be a difference.

I want to hold their hand but only if they want to.

If they want to I’d hug them longer than any person before them.

If they want to I’d watch everything that they enjoy with them.

If they want I’d let them know how much I love them.

If they need me I’ll be there.

If they want me to listen to their rambles I wouldn’t mind, I would enjoy it. I would never be upset.

They deserve better than someone like me, I’m just a boy after all.

A boy who can only do so much.

All I can do is just play games with them.

Voice act with them.

Share interests.

Enjoy their company.

Make them gifts.

Give them my time.

Give them my heart and soul.

ONG IM GAY😭😭😭😭😭

[cheesemenace]

Not for Lust nor Passion

It is separate from the lust of an infatuating dance,

Or the passion of romance.

It doesn’t make sense, but it’s real.

No, it’s not a trance.

Detached from desire as most are found on.

Yet, mind you, commitment is not gone.

They will never be seen as just a piece of veal.

Nothing, but choice, has us drawn.

Interpretation undefined,

However, I know it’s not blind.

This isn’t something you can steal.

Desertion- never on my mind.

It’s not family, It’s different from friends.

For me it is devotion and loyalty of no end.

They say I don’t know how to feel,

But by felicity, you’re my godsend.

Perspicuous emotional bond, I dare not utter.

Perceived by most as lovers.

I’m your sword and you’re my shield.

Our union is like no other.

I smother myself in passion for connection, for presence,

I crave the allure of your perfect essence.

Your absence is a wound none can heal.

And I hold a lust for that pleasence.

I devote my life to them.

Is that really something you can condemn?

This unorthodox- This queer- deal?

The life I crave within this atypical realm?

Believe me,

It’s not for lust nor passion, I just wish to be free.

Note:

This is a complete revamp of my freeform poem from a while ago (Same title). I wanted to do it with a more formatted look because I submitted it to a poetry contest! I know it may not flow the best, but I usually don't write poetry often that isn't freeform. I'm also not musically/literary inclined which I assume helps most people when they write like this.

Context if needed:

This is referring to a “queer-platonic relationship” or QPR. A relationship that is outside of a sexual or romantic relationship. Most people who take part in these are Aromantic, Asexual, or both (But anyone can be in a QPR)! The relationship is up to the participants to decide what it will be like. Many times these relationships may look romantic or typical in nature, but the feelings that bind these people together are usually atypical compared to “normal” relationships.

Stanzas practice:

aaba ccbc ddbd eebe ffbf ggbg hhbh II

[c-r-ash-crash]

The other night my roommate

Cleaned the bathtub with a drain snake.

It was messy and gross and awful

But all I could think as I watched was:

“I can’t wait to do this with you.”

And I realized that I want you there for every mundane, gross part

Because with you,

It becomes beautiful.

Last night, I dreamed of you:

It was a wedding, ours I think.

I was in the house I grew up in, sitting at the dining room table,

Staring at photos of who I used to be, the masks I used to wear.

I wore my pajamas, my hair loose.

I was scared that I’d never leave there.

You came in a t-shirt and ratty shorts,

And your eyes held your vows.  I felt euphoria because

With you, I was no longer scared.

This wedding of pajamas and ratty shorts was no longer strange.

This wedding of old fears and new honesty was ours.

It was beautiful.

The reception was Doritos and Cheetos,

Spread on my old dining room table, the bags blending with the faded wood stain.

It was improper and absurd.

It was ours.

I leaned into your arms and I knew

I wanted nothing else

I’ve only ever wanted you.

I only want you.You are beautiful.

[aro-and-ace-memes-thoughts]

I'm yearning. Again.

I want you to hold me. In your couch for the night. We let the hours pass. Time doesn't exist, only you and me. We exist in each other. No responsibilities, no rushes.

I want to hold you. In my arms. I want to comfort you, tell you everything will be alright.

I want to run away with you. Share a lovely house. See you smiling for so long, after an exhausting existence.

I want to see your eyes shine and your lovely smile. I want to see you happy and succeeding.

I want to braid your beautiful curls. I want you to braid my hair too.

I want to be even closer to you. To be one with you. To have long nights together, talking about life, our worries and expectations.

I want to make you hot chocolate and give you rest. I want to take you to beautiful places. Don't worry. You don't have to reciprocate the gift. Your kindness is enough.

I want to look at the stars with you, on a lovely summer night.

I want to be an active part in your future. Please don't leave me.

[monochromatic14u]

Im aroace, but i crave another persons body heat next to me when i lay down in bed.

Im aroace, but i want someone i trust so much that we can have whole-body skin to skin contact without fearing that we will be harmed or advanced upon.

Im aroace, but i dont want to live in a house with just myself.

Im aroace, but i want to wake up to somebody i care for immensely every day.

Im aroace, but i want to bring another person along with me through this adventure called life.

Im aroace, but i want to feel loved and cared for and love and care for them in return.

Im aroace, but i want this all without romance; just closeness.

Im aroace, but i want a life partner that i trust above anyone else.

Im aroace, but i want to love with all of my heart. Just not the way others think i should.

Im aroace, but i have so much love to give.

[schrodingerseurydice]

"platonic" this, "romantic" that. i just want to love and be loved for exactly who we are and who we become, and to expect nothing from each other besides the honour of getting to experience life together

[finns-gay-thoughts]

let me run a bath for you. let us sit in the warm water while i rub your shoulders. ill wash your back and your arms and your hands and your chest and your legs and your face and i will kiss your forehead and whisper that you are loved. you are so loved. when we hug our wet skin will stick together awkwardly but that wont matter because its us. lastly i will wash your hair. i will make sure my fingers are gentle. you dont deserve the hurt that youve endured. you are so strong. i am so proud of you. i love you.

[bloggingboutburgers]

the poem I shared with the friend (I’m not sure if me and his current status, he seems to have a bit going on and stress, and we tried to talk about what I said, but we didn’t really know what to say with us both being neurodivergent and etc and I don’t wanna overshare, infodump, or accidentally repeat the same info a whole buncha times or forget snything,) anyway- here’s the poem! (I hope he don’t ever see that I asked this because I don’t know how it’d make him feel seeing the poem I wrote for him be here ;n;

Title: Happy

You fill me with a warmth and joy that many I used to and still know online filled me with at some point, even if most to all of them are not available anymore, 

You give me a joy much like the rare cheesecake, fry bread , cakes, and many meats

You bring me a smile like how all my favorite teachers in public and current teacher does and did

You bring me a joy and humor that llamas and goats used to, you bring me a happiness that many critters brings me,

Much like rain at night, while I lay cuddling with a pitbull and I daydream myself to sleep, you bring me such a calming feeling that I can’t quit explain, 

When you call me firefly, a bug I once did a brief and poor report on for Science back then, you bring me a joy I can’t quite express, 

You have brought me more joy and calmness than most can or do for me anyone and in a long time, I may be emotionally challenged from life and me, but you help me feel better and distracted from all the rough oceans 

You’ve made me comfortably and happily feel younger in mind, to me you bring me similar joy that chocolate milk, chicken nuggets, eggnog, and puns do 

I worry of telling you this version, for I’m worried if I do, I may drive you off and away, for these feelings are some of the queerest of all, and they aren’t in the platonic plains anymore, they fall somewhere, outside of what society has tried to make of boxes and call binary, to oversimplify….

I think I may have a squish on you, I may want to be your zucchini, but I’m worried I’ll drive you away if I say, “I have queerplatonic feelings for you,”

I’m worried this is fleeting, like a young child’s wedding dreams… I don’t wanna tell you one thing only for it to be short lived, I may of already done this to someone before… when I’m with you, I forget the times I’ve done bad or poor choices, or for lack of better words, “stupid” choices, I hate using the word, but to explain it to you, I’ll willingly use it, because I want to try and be honest with you… ):3 

I’m okay with you and me being friends…

...It's really sweet TwT

I hope you're doing as OK as you can, and best of luck to both of you whatever the circumstances may be!

(...Also tbh, if you ever want me to hide this post or the previous one where you asked if you could share, for privacy's sake, please do feel free to reach out and I will!)

[tremendously-crazy]

Strangers

Polite, unknowing

Meeting, talking, learning

Days, weeks, months, years

Growing, trusting, loving

Tender, intimate

Friends

[voidpunkpal]

how do you decipher

the differences and nuances

between friendship and love

platonic attraction or affection

how do you ask

someone to explain

their feelings for you

in a comprehensible way

without making things awkward

is it just too hard to say

'hey this is how i like you'

how do you want to engage?

[cheesemenace]

I think I might revise this a bit and make it less free form for a poetry contest at my college. Wish me luck!

Not for Lust nor Passion

It is separate from the lust of sex, the passion of romance.

This sort of relationship is outside of desire as most are based on.

It is not family and it is different from friends.

It is undefined, but to me it is devotion and loyalty of no end.

It is an emotional connection, a bond that is like no other.

Seen by most as lovers, but known as partners by each other.

I will devote myself to them.

I will commit to my life to them.

I tie myself up in passion for connection and lust for company. I desire the allure of their presence.

Nothing else.

- A sort of poem dedicated to my own personal feelings and view of QPRs, this may not relate to everyone and that is ok. No QPR is the same just as people are not.

- Edit: Changed "goes beyond" to "Is separate from" because someone thought this was nsfw writing

[tears-are-in-your-eyes]

Rant to me about something you love please. I like when you light up about something and get all rambly. It's cute.

[honeyandbloodpoetry]

"The Proposal"

My second insect pinning piece using giant water bugs this time. This was a piece made for my wife, using the flower I tucked into her hair the night I proposed to her. This piece is meant to emulate a proposal in much the same way. :)

I am very proud of how it came out!!!

[girlishwhimsies]

pony wrote poetry about johnny after his death and put it by his small grave, hoping that as it deteriorates and turns into dirt maybe a bit of it will find it’s way to johnny

[bonsai-just-wants-to-fly]

i don't think y'all understand how much i love them

i love them

so so much

and im so fortunate

that they love me back

so so much

i want to cuddle

and hug

and kiss them

hug the anxiety away

and tell them it'll be a-okay

i want to forever be theirs

@attackweeb baby doll i love you

[nightgardentalks]

Yearning.

Yearning is so painful.

I want to hold hands with you.

Rest my head on your shoulder.

Sitting on your bed,

Or maybe on our roof?

The red light cast over us,

Looking at the stars above us.

I reach over to grab one, telling you

"You are my Stars."

The whispered words make you smile,

And then my heart aches,

Because it's a dream, and i cannot tell you that.

You don't want that,

Or maybe you didn't understand.

But i will accept it.

Because i love you.