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 choices, wrong and right.
The path is never cut and dried.
The mirror can always tell who lied.
Windows, doors and walls and ceiling.
Can keep the shadow from revealing.
The best that one can hope to do.
Is to not know shame when they are through.
Mistakes we make can be forgiven.
But the one inside needs to start liven'.
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 relief.
Christ died so I could be rescued,
His righteousness exchanged for my sin.
Christ's blood washed away my transgressions,
And brought me new life within.
The Light of the World is Jesus,
All darkness must flee at His name.
No longer do I live in the shadows.
Thank you, Jesus, I'll never be the same!
7/14/2013
For Gail Angel Doyle's "Coming Out of the Shadows" contest.
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 I’m slithering down
To be honest, she DOES take my breath away
but if my lizard lover hears of this tawdry tail
she Iguana be awful jealous, but frankly speaking
I think she needs to scale down her expectations
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 that would produce uneasy “oh”s
or disapproving “how could that be”s.
To be qu**r was
a rising sea of loneliness drowning us
but later it became comforting furry blankets
we’d pull up to the tips of our heads at night—
there was safety in keeping our lips shushed.
You call it hiding in the closet
we call it an embroiling conflict with ourselves
of loving and hating,
of pretending to be not so different,
of letting your homophobic jokes slide,
of knowing that we’re silent because we’re also afraid to hear the truth—
that we’re also sometimes disconcerted by this part of ourselves,
for that’s just the way we do it.
We learn, over time,
as we find out that that kid in our Chemistry class
likes painting his nails,
and that girl in our neighbourhood
scribbles hearts over the Cara Delevingne posters on her bedroom wall,
we learn that maybe
we’re not so different.
We teach ourselves
to give to ourselves
the love we want to give to people who make our hearts flutter,
to accept ourselves
the way want to be by our mothers and fathers,
to embrace ourselves
the way we embraced that friend who came out to us.
We teach ourselves to take off the blanket and sleep in the open instead.
We teach ourselves to keep swimming and swimming no matter how ferocious the currents grow.
We teach ourselves to love all the seven hues in our skies
and to let go of the people who don’t find rainbows beautiful.
We teach ourselves to battle the ridicule and dismissals and bullying,
to no more despise the way our hearts beat.
We teach ourselves to no more pretend to be ’normal’
for we already are normal.
We no longer subdue our voices to the pits of our anxious stomachs
Instead, we sing in a chorus of the hues in our skies,
for we are here
and we are qu**r
and that’s just the way we do it.
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 so simple.
Why can I not choose?
Why my nameless,
faceless, alter ego
demands to refuse
I will never understand.
Will I be someone else?
Will I be a happier me.
I don’t think so,
but, we shall see.
Tomorrow --
soon!
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 a gloomy bog
One day, I heard God’s voice calling me
‘Why remain trapped when I’ve set you free?
Now, open the closet, do not fear
There’s no need to fear for I’m right here’
I pushed open the closet of shame
Took one step forward and out I came
I glanced back at what held me captive
I’ve been given a new life to live
‘Look, but do not return to your past
I’ve given you freedom that will last
Forever and for eternity
Your shame I’ve vanquished on the Tree’
The freedom felt too good to be true
Is this true? I didn’t have a clue
Am I really free? How could this be?
My heart was filled with uncertainty
‘Take my hand now, I’ll show you the way’
His kind voice compelled me to obey
He guided me with steps to follow
He told me to look through the window
I peered through the window in the room
I saw beautiful flowers in bloom
The garden had a beauty so rare
‘Are you now ready to set foot there?’
My yearning eyes gazed at the fountain
Right in the centre of the garden
Despite my longing, I felt great fear
‘There’s no need to fear for I’m right here’
‘I’ve never left this room; I’m afraid
So afraid of getting hurt,’ I said
‘You’ve been hurt deeply; now that is true
Look at my hands that were pierced for you’
‘My hands I’m now extending to you
Hold them and let us start things anew
My nail-scarred hands will heal those memories
In my arms, you’ll find strength and safety’
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 closet,”
is where you need to be.
And think for a minute….Where you’ll spend eternity.
God is still God. He is righteous but also holy and just.
He asks all to give him our heart.
Our obedience. And trust!
Perhaps in the closet . A time of seeking God should be spent.
A time to have fellowship... A time to repent.
During this time you can spend with God….
And HIM alone.
Asking him to bring peace,
hope and love into your home.
This closet can give you a “quiet time.” A time “to be still.”
A time to seek God. And to do his will.
May you allow your heart, toward HIM
to be yielded and broken.
And time to meditate on some of the
words that he’s spoken.
If it’s the closet that you truly want to come out.
You can tell everyone: ”Jesus IS what life is about!”
Allow HIM to cleanse and make you whole within…
As his blood cleanses you and takes away every sin!
Spending time with God… You’ll be glad you did.
His abundance and overcoming life… He’ll freely give!
God wants to be with you. By a “divine appointment.”
Experience his life changing power, and a GODLY enjoyment!
By Jim Pemberton
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 my own accomplishments... I’ve nothing to boast!
But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost!
Whatever pride we have… We’ve all sinned!
Jesus told us; “you must be born again!”
Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.”
Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of!
But God reached down to where I was standing!
And filled my life with his peace and understanding!
The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me!
His power alone is what can truly set me free!
I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul!
I’m going to shout it! So the whole world may know!
I’m not ashamed of Jesus! I am NOT!
By his mercy… My sins have been blood bought!
For each step you take to God… He takes two!
Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU?
A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking!
Come now! And receive HIS life!
It’s everlasting!
By Jim Pemberton
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 years ago.
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 see is darkness,
The blackness of my soul,
I feel the fear within me,
Of this void in my heart.
The voices grow louder,
Louder, louder,
I see the light sneaking,
Under the box.
The lights go brighter,
Brighter, brighter,
My eyes are burning.
I hear the voice of an angel,
" We found you, your safe now."
I fall into the arms of the angel,
As the darkness becomes light.
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 accept belief,
Just think now if the tables turned,
And faith was the minority
Imagine me confronting you,
And telling you your life rings hollow;
Imagine your family concerned about
This Jesus that you follow
Imagine being looked down upon
As somehow not as good,
Just because you don’t lack a belief
That others think you should
Imagine being scared to pray,
Or say what you really think and feel,
For fear your words just might offend
Those who know God isn’t real
So before you start to condescend
And tell me about my eternal fate,
Please have the honesty to admit
That your religion’s based on faith
You say God adds depth to your life –
It gives you something more,
But my life’s fine as you can see –
It’s better than before
Not everyone can share beliefs,
So let me have my own;
We both are happy human beings,
We just chose different roads
All I’m asking you to do
Is accept me for who I am;
There’s nothing wrong with non-belief;
I’m living life the best I can
You tell me I’ve stopped searching;
You say I’ve given up,
But in my heart I truly know
I’ve simply just grown up.
"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 you
Yes, Coming Out
I want to be me
Will you still accept
Who I've come to be??
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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 loving and hurt.Im her for you)
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 I’ll never forget, a reality check
That’s all it took. I decided it had to end, left alone
Without family, and friend, isn’t it just typical the people
You needed most abandon you, and left you in the deep end?
It took me years to get in this mess, and am afraid no quick fixes
But with discipline, perseverance, and self control I’ll stand the test.
To do all I have to do, and stay on the narrow road, with God’s help
I can only do my very best.
I AM COMING OUT no matter how long it takes, if I don’t
Take action now, my whole life would be at stake. My present
Would be in jeopardy and my future too. Am happy to announce
That I am moving in the right direction, it’s the right choice I make.
To be debt free is the best way to be, take my advice and stay clear,
From the things you don’t need, if debt you must face, creditors will lure
You to that place, without any trace, and if you’re not careful you’ll longed to
be free.
At first it's just a glance or two
Then a blush before you knew
What was going on
Denial begins to dawn.
There is no way
That I could be gay…
But that girl is so pretty
She looks so soft, pity
That I like guys
It's the look in the eyes
Beneath her lids lie mysteries,
Easier to fall deep into
Previous thoughts ensue,
The curves of her lips pull my head askew.
But with his eyes there is a firmness,
A safe and solid surface
To be his boo
A joy renewed
A check with society says it's okay.
I like a guy so I can't be gay
...Right?
Your confidence in your strait bends,
What would happen if you talked to your friends?
Would they think i'm weird or gross?
Will I lose the people that are close?
I’ll figure it out on my own
I start to notice girls more
When they talk to me I stare at the floor.
A similar feeling comes up
When it's on guys I call it a crush.
I tell my mind to hush
In the safety of the screen I explore
I start questioning more.
A girl online,
A friend of mine
Asks me out
Inside I want to shout.
I hid the phone calls for a while
Covering the blushed cheeks and smiles.
Not letting anyone see
What would they think of me?
Clocks don't stop
And neither do the thoughts
Eventually I take the fall
I say f**k it all
Then to tell the friends,
Some say they already knew
One applauds my break though.
A few freeze
I feel my chest squeeze.
Rising strong is the fear of rejection,
Followed in close second by fear of disconnection
To those I care about
Most of them move past the freeze
The rest turned it into tease.
But friends don't last forever,
Especially those that can't handle this endeavor
Family stays with you
So my anxiety grew
First mom, then dad
Blank faces drove me mad
Their mouths spoke acceptance
Their eyes said animosity.
New rules are placed down
Making me feel like a clown
No sleepovers with friends anymore
No boys before, now no one
Many long emails packed with frustration,
And some ignorance duration
Acceptance came slowly
But is now embraced fully
Now in a house without fear,
I can truly be with and near
those I love without the apprehension
and fear of damnation.
Now my biggest secret is out
And I have no reason to doubt
I am Bisexual