Best Coming Out Poems

Somewhere in youth I strayed from truth.
And grew up to not have much couth.
The door bell rang the onus chime.
Snuck out the back to bide some time.

I wandered streets in every bar.
It's not a wonder I didn't get far.
There's many phases to the light.
And many...

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Shrouded by the shadows of sin and fear,
Shackled by defeat and despair,
Depression an unwelcome anchor,
Weighed me down, had me gasping for air.

No light could I see in the darkness.
No abating of sin's guilt and grief.
Until I cried out for redemption,
And God answered and brought sweet...

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I have a confession to make
My lizard and I are deeply in love
but she thinks I’m cheating on her
and often puts a tail on me

I’m wrapped up in another quandary
My python has a crush on me
and wants me to be her squeeze
It’s a slippery slope...

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I gather myself
feeling quite smug .
Preparing all of me,
still on the shelf,
for my coming out.
I thought of the doodle bug.
Come out, come out
I used to say.
Come out, your house is on fire,
as I stirred the stick
a certain way.
Yesterday -- 
many !

Oh, that life 
were still...

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Coming Out Of The Closet?

Across this country, there’s more people 
“coming out of the closet.”
Any sense of a Godly direction.  
They’ve seemed to have “lost it.”

Often talking about their life. And are not ashamed…
Often bringing dishonor to God’s holy name.

Perhaps “going back into the...

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I’ve been hiding in a place so dark
The place; a closet bearing shame’s mark
Has been my prison and hiding place
It’s trapped me like a winding maze

The darkness is thick and tangible
The shame is painfully palpable
The darkness of shame is like a fog
A fog that clouds...

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There are proud people “coming out!”
Yet, they have no idea what real life is about!

Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing.
Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning!

I’m coming out for Jesus!  I’ve nothing to hide!
I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride!

Of...

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These two dice are now out to you.
And in case you don't know what to do,
you win with a seven
you win with eleven, 
but you don't want a twelve, three, or two.


Composed extemporaneously while working the stick position at a craps table in 
Atlantic City...

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Being in the darkness,
The void of nothing,
Sitting alone,
In the black of night.
Where are my angels, my saviors?
Hearing voices in my head,
Maybe they're outside the box!
The box that keeps me prisoner.
I dream of the sun,
The sun of pure light,
Of the future that gives me hope.
All I...

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It seems so strange to me;
It seems so very odd;
You’re so concerned I don’t believe
In this person you call God

Though you don’t have a reason
To tell me why I should,
And there’s no evidence that shows
It makes a person good

But instead of stating reasons
Why I can't...

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"Coming Out" (From Being a Christian)
© 2015 Michelle Lynn LeBlanc



Coming Out
Being me
Not always easy
Yet feeling free

Coming Out
Perhaps misunderstood
But that's ok
The process is good

Coming out
Hard to do
Being authentic
Is being true

Coming Out
Four years gone by
My friends now know
My reasons why

Coming Out
Being true
Yet, I'm still me
Like you're still...

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I’m Coming Out!  I’m Proud of Jesus!

There are proud people “coming out!”
Yet, they have no idea what real life is about!

Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing.
Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning!

I’m coming out for Jesus!  I’ve nothing to hide!
I’ve asked him...

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White as a marshmallow
Burning flaring fiire
Youve turned into a lier

Trees keeps falling
Water aint holy
You cant even Be sorry

This bench
Was made of wood
And no more air for good

I once had your leaves
And your wind would should
"This time the sun comes out"

(For boo:Probably the most honest and...

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I spent years living in debt way beyond my means
Don’t judge me; if not these we all make mistakes.
Robbing Peter to pay Paul, as frequent oh how easy
It seemed. Now am on a journey, am coming out no
Matter how long it takes.

It started one day...

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We were taught 
that to be qu**r
means to be strange,
to be unlike the rest,
to be different, 
but not in a way that would raise surprised brows 
or taint eyes green with jealousy.
We were taught 
that to be qu**r 
means to be different 
in a way...

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