Let your inner sissy bloom through poetry that understands you.
Each piece in this curated collection of sissy poetries is a tender journey—into lace, longing, obedience, and transformation.
Written for crossdressers, femboys, and sissies embracing their soft side, these poems are not just read…
They’re felt. Deeply.
From feminization fantasies to chastity confessions, let every word wrap around you like a silky ribbon.
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Whispers in silk and sugar-breath sighs
Sissy poetry dances behind my eyes
A lace-spun rhythm, soft and slow
A song only the prettiest hearts know
Each stanza stitched in blush and bloom
A pink confession in my lavender room
Heels click like sonnets on the floor
A rhyme, a rule, a wanting more
Every verse curls like curled hair
Every pause a breath stripped bare
Sissy poetry is not written it is worn
In petticoats of promise newly born
In the still of night when the stars lean near
Feminization dreams begin to appear
A mirror breathes back my softened face
My soul in satin my steps full of grace
I sleep in lashes lips and lace
Wrapped in pink my sacred space
Hands once rough now cradle bloom
My voice a lilac in the room
The dream is not to wake again
But to live as her free from when
And in that hush the girl I seem
Is the girl I am in every dream
There is a hush behind the lock
A yearning held in silver shock
Chastity fantasy sweetly tight
Turns hunger into candlelight
Each day a soft exquisite ache
A ribbon pulled but never breaks
Desire becomes my velvet chain
A pretty ache I cannot explain
Submission blooms when held so still
Want becomes a darling thrill
In silent hunger I learn to see
That Mistress owns the key to me
Forgive the boy I used to be
He begged to dress in secrecy
Now satin truth falls from my tongue
Crossdresser confession softly sung
My closet hid what I adored
The skirts the gloss the heels I wore
But shame has wilted petal by petal
And now my joy is fully settled
I breathe through blush and painted eyes
No longer wrapped in silent lies
This is not drag or mere disguise
It is the girl I let rise
Each rule a whisper each step a vow
In sissy training I learn the how
How to curtsy with humbled grace
How to wear my softer face
Lipstick lessons and posture play
Obedience dressed in pink each day
I fold my thoughts like lingerie
Neatly sweetly tucked away
It is not just ribbons bows or chores
It is surrender behind closed doors
And every moment I bend or kneel
I feel more real than I dared to feel
Obedience is beauty quiet and deep
Like petals folding themselves to sleep
A word from her a pointed glance
And I am undone caught in the dance
It is not in chains or iron grip
But in the way I serve her lips
A look a nod a single tone
And I remember I am not my own
To be her doll to know my place
Is to wear her love across my face
Beauty is not loud or free
It kneels it waits it learns to be
Panties and petals soft and shy
Brush against the girl inside
Each morning starts in silken thread
Where once I frowned I blush instead
A flower does not ask to bloom
It opens wide to make more room
The same with me as I slip on lace
Finding power in embrace
No shame lives here just tender things
Waists cinched tight and fairy rings
Panties and petals both so sweet
Crave to be crushed beneath her feet
I was never meant for suits or ties
My heart beats in lullabies
Dressed in bows with trembling wrist
I am a maid made for Mistress
Her heels click a sacred song
I follow softly where I belong
Each chore I do a gift I give
To prove how deeply I want to live
Apron tight my posture straight
Dusting dreams while I await
Service is my silent prayer
To brush her floors to breathe her air
My feminine side once slept in shame
Tucked away without a name
But slowly gently she began to speak
In painted nails and blushing cheek
She wears my tears like glittered rain
She holds my guilt and sweetens pain
No longer hidden she now flows
In every skirt in every pose
My masculine mask it cracked and cried
So I could bloom my softer side
She is not a part I have to hide
I am whole in my feminine side
Click clack heels on marble tile
Each step wrapped in a practiced smile
A sissy in public bold and bare
Wearing shame turned into flair
Eyes may watch and whispers fall
But I have bloomed beyond them all
A skirt can swing like freedom’s bell
And every sway a spell I tell
Confidence is a painted face
Feminine strength wrapped in lace
Let them stare I will never run
I have earned this light I am the sun
Wearing her heels I rise anew
Each inch a step from who I knew
The world looks different from up here
More delicate more sharp more clear
They click like secrets down the hall
My hips obey their sultry call
It is not just fashion not pretend
Each step a truth I choose to send
Wearing her heels I finally see
This pain this grace has set me free
And though they blister bruise and bend
I will wear them proudly to the end
A single word a whisper thin
And suddenly I melt within
Hypno triggered soft and slow
My thoughts dissolve like fallen snow
A spiral spins behind my eyes
And girlhood floods in lullabies
Each phrase a ribbon round my mind
Binding me in ways so kind
Not control but sweet release
The letting go becomes my peace
With every cue I slip away
And beg to stay in pink all day
It did not happen all at once
No flash no flare no sudden stunts
But petal soft the change took root
In lingerie in lipstick mute
Becoming her was breath by breath
A gentle birth a quiet death
Of who I was and what was known
To bloom into a self my own
No longer lost no need to flee
She is not hiding she is me
And every bow and every stir
Is proof I am truly becoming her
I used to flinch at what I would see
A boy who longed to just be free
But then I bought a mirror wide
And met the girl I kept inside
Now she stares back with colored lips
Hands on curves and rounded hips
The sissy mirror does not lie
It shows the truth beneath the shy
No filter here just satin truth
The echoed girl of hidden youth
And every time I dare to peer
I whisper softly keep me here
