Best Gay Poems
Often made to feel you’re less
Should you care any more?
Can you escape the cruelty,
while occupying your own shore?
People remain unbalanced,
by only seeing you one way.
For their minds travel Straight,
they can’t understand Gay!
The world has moved on,
so kiss guys or kiss girls.
Embrace Straight, Gay, Bisexual
or polyamorous with curls.
Yes, it shouldn’t matter,
love happens between the ears.
Yet sadly all some can do
is label others as Queers.
We each have our own needs
all ashamed and sorta broken.
Fearing what others might discover
elemental desires remain unspoken.
Where you place your bits in private
shouldn’t matter to her him or me
Freely embrace your sensual self,
Holding back is insanity.
So pass me a rainbow flag
To celebrate each one of you.
We can all come together
to support the many and the few.
If I have used any of my descriptors in a way that is offensive please let me know. I am in a state of learning.
For my satire group, and for Will; a fairy tale
To a fanfare of horns
The young knight returned
With a tale of slain dragons to tell
The princesses blushed
And the old queen flushed
And the gay knights were happy as well
He had cast down his cross
From the height of his hoss
And left the thing there where it fell
For the great and the good
Were in need of the wood
To stoke up the fires of hell
He’d only been back for a moment before
He was begging a poke with a pardon
And a giggle, and “Push!”
From a quivering bush
Could be heard from the end of the garden
No need for a graven memorial stone
Or the ring of a funeral bell
The young knight was back
And well up for the crack
And all in the kingdom was well
© Gail Foster 2016
We run, we jump, we cry, we laugh,
We sit, we stand, we're weak, we're tough,
We're fat or slim, we swag and sway...
We love like you love, and we're gay.
In morning light, you slumber still:
Familiar form against my chest,
It is your favourite place to rest.
I tickle you with senseless skill.
You make espresso, I fix bread
We yawn in unison, and smile
You dress in orange, your own style,
I love you (I already said)
We run, we jump, we cry, we laugh,
We sit, we stand, we're weak, we're tough,
We're fat or slim, brown-haired or gray
We love like you love, and we're gay.
You push my chair, we walk the dogs
The weather nice, trees green and lush
You kiss my lips, I chastely blush
Only observed by croaking frogs
We're not so different,
Can't you see?
So don't be ignorant
Just let us be.
We run, we jump, we cry, we laugh,
We sit, we stand, we're weak, we're tough,
We're fat or slim, we work, we play
We love like you love, and we're gay.
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March 18, 2017
Sponsor Laura Loo
3do place in Contest: Any Poem Written In March
When I was 10 my world was fun
Filled with friends and joy & laughter
I didn't know what was to come
Who I'd become thereafter
11 came and I changed schools
With all my friends and aspirations
Along came homework and more rules
A pretty rigid education
Walking down the corridor
My arms around 2 friends
They said "stop!" they'll think we're gay
And right away, my innocence ends
I knew that word could not be good
Not something I should be
So I agreed and shrugged it off
After all, what had that to do with me?
First they started on and off
And then became relentless
Shouting ***, fairy, queen and poof
I was just a kid, alone and defenceless
I felt humiliated, but you see
I thought, this can not last!?
And then my friends turned their backs on me
I felt my spirit shrinking fast
8 hours a day, 5 days a week
Was more thank I could take
For 7 years my prison grew
If I was going to survive, I had to escape!
The bullying got worse you see
I couldn't speak of this at home
My mind became a safe place to be
And I got "I'm not normal, I'm alone!"
When they laughed and passed pictures of me around the room
And the humiliation started
My face turned red, I felt despair and gloom
Then into my head I departed
I knew from now on that I was doomed
Life could never be the same
Because in the background something loomed
The voice in my head said I was to blame
I couldn't understand when I screamed out inside
Why nobody could ever hear me
No one helped when I stood and cried
No one came to rescue me
As an adult I found it bizarre
Why can't I let anyone in?
I couldn't see the prison bars
That kept me safe, but trapped within
I was pretty smart I guess
This prison I created
Kept me from harm, keeps in the mess
Whenever I'm humiliated
I ask you please consider all
When you see "Leave me alone"
Hear me shout from behind my prison wall
Don't Ever leave me alone!
That’s so gay.
You say,
As I’m brushing off the slang you defend.
My cheeks burn red trying to comprehend,
But I wont.
I wont grasp this trend.
I wont hear the monster.
I wont permit your condemn.
I wont drink the water.
Thirst. I crave acceptance.
I need the peace.
Allow transcendence,
Compel the hurt to cease.
That’s so gay
Unaware of the violence you assimilate.
Unaware of the arrogance you demonstrate.
Unaware of the intolerance you pontificate.
Unaware of the ignorance you perpetuate.
They’re just words.
You say with a clenched fist
They’re just words.
Whispered to the blade at her wrist.
That’s so gay.
7/16/15
Being gay is a nightmare,
Yet not for what it's worth,
But for the social wear and tear,
Of not fitting in on Earth.
Does my taste for men inflict upon you,
A pain so great with which you cannot stand?
Does my choice for which orifice I go through,
Neccessitate legal and righteous bans?
Love is but a shadow,
That fills with what might is missing:
Obsidian sands of another's soul,
That blend with light while kissing.
Is it right for us who are named demons and pariahs,
To live under the pallor of an unlit umbra,
And forever feel trapped in Sitri's grasp on gaia,
Who holds firm grip upon those souls he has encumbered?
I think not, for I am a flame that flickers in the darkest of black nights,
Whence no candle nor lantern is 'round I'm found within the whitest light.
Say what you will with your silver pious tongues,
But you who demonize the denizens are the abominations,
For any being who wishes to see another hung,
For love can be found in Hell's Grand Central Station.
Slowly drifting, drifting away, and it feel likes I’m drowning.
I'm drowning, my eyes are drowning every time they surf into the world of pleasure,
Seas and seas of bodies creating electricity yet God hasn’t struck me for such sin,
Come closer, Come closer, I freeze as I lose my soul to the enemy, the screen, the bodies I’ve never touched,
This encounter leaves me feeling so ashamed and afraid.
What if they know?
Would they think I’ve changed my nationality?
Would they now think I live in a country of red ,orange, yellow, green, blue, violet.
Heal me, but every time I receive the baptism, I progress into a another stage of sickness,
I envision myself, my body, that I see in such high regard, hanging highly from the ropes of betrayal,
They made me thought that it was okay
Is that you last words? God looked at me as he was ready to pass his judgement.
Yes father,
And my body transformed into the place I belong,
A sea of fire,
And this time I wasn’t sure how to swim, and as I take my last breath and reminisce, I realized I've been here all along, it didn’t burn this bad, maybe because the world leaves you to believe that you have a thick skin and no heart.
I was born sick, I don’t love it, command me to be well.
Go ahead and tell them
Look them in their bright young eyes
Tell them they're going to hell
For love
If they want salvation
They must go against their god-given nature
They must repent and regret and repress
They must reproduce
Because love doesn't exist without it
God forgive them if they're sterile
God forgive the cervix cancer that takes her
God forgive the dead seed that he sows
Because their love will be forbidden
Like it is for all the dastardly barren homosexuals
What a joke
What a horrible joke
Oh yes
It's a choice
Love is a choice
We choose to be hated, we choose to be hurt
We choose to be thrown out on the street and kicked and shouted at and killed
Go ahead and tell them you won't hate us
But you'll look the other way when terrible things happen to us
You'll offer us salvation
If only we destroy ourselves
I am a born gay…
With warm and cold feelings...
With dreams and untold stories…
People identify me as a perverts…
People swear with anger...
What have I done to them I wonder,
Don’t I have my rights…?
Don’t I have my place...?
In the world I was born to stay…
How can you judge me...?
How can you know me…?
How can you tell me…?
That I am wrong in every way…
Pick up the stone to stone me...
If you are sinless like god who created me…
Remembering the truth of about me…
“Gays are born… but they are not made...”
So even if you destroy me…
Yet you will never be able to destroy…
The proud gay soul that lives within me...
Because...”I am a born gay but I am not made”…!
My name, it is Reginald,
and I’ve got a story to tell,
some folks, they will not like it,
they’ll cry out,”Go to hell!”
You see my wife beside me?
it wasn’t always this way,
’cause for the past ten years now,
I’ve been living an ex-gay.
If this makes no sense, relax,
some days it barely does to me,
all I can say is that it started
All the way back in puberty.
In the locker rooms in high school,
I gazed with hungry eyes,
never tried to deny it,
I was attracted to guys.
My first time was senor year,
with a friend-of-a-friend,
in the backseat of his car,
where we did not have to pretend.
And when I went off to college
it was just like a vast buffet,
with professors so accepting,
good lord, how did I play…
But later in my junior year
something strange happened to me,
I found myself staring hard
at a woman of great beauty.
She was a junior professor,
and oh, the shape she had…
but I shook it off as crazy,
maybe I’d taken something bad?
And although I brushed it off,
a week later in came again,
this time an Asian cheerleader
when over she did bend.
All senior years I’d catch myself
sneaking girls a lusty glance,
but I kept seeing the fellows,
convinced I was a gay man.
After college it grew slowly,
found myself going on the net
to admire the female form,
but I couldn’t admit it yet.
Predictably, my relationships
never traveled a sunny path,
and at twenty-six I met a man
but knew it would never last.
Three weeks in he was out of town,
I went down to a local club,
got real drunk, picked up a girl,
took her home and we made love.
And still I couldn’t say it,
I kept on putting up a front,
but when backs turned I went out
to get myself some…fun.
Finally that boyfriend left me,
and I spent the next two years
going to shrinks, talking to priests,
confused and full of fear.
It was only sitting in a park,
on a bright and crisp morn,
that I bumped into a woman
who’s eyes promised so much more.
At first I feared she’d run from me
if she heard the messy truth,
but then years later we stand here
still bound by a love true...
"Mum, he's gay", I look surprised, we only play
with dresses, lip gloss and high heels
I wonder why she says I'm gay, what does it mean
I ponder, and hold my dress up high
And turn and twirl in the mirror, wave
goodbye and smile, and jump and land,
hem of my dress in my hand, and look again
This is me, I am small,
wanting to be tall. "Mum, he is gay"
she says again. "But, what is gay?"
"That doesn't matter sweetie, you stay
exactly the way you are, and dance for me"
And that I do, mum,
watch and see, I dance for you,
I dance for you, I'm wearing skirts,
And I love you.
***
October 17, 2016
If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours— Radclyffe Hall
Explore themes of love and identity
Of Stephen Gordon’s innate sense of masculinity
Since a child, her desire, ‘women’
The idea that if love is considered a sin
The unfolding of a female sexual invert
The act of loving must be a tender selfless act, revert?
Love itself is not inherently sinful or
complexities of love, we shan’t ignore
But rather the circumstances surrounding it
Misfits from Malvern to London and then to Paris!
Ira furor brevis, the frailty, taboo and strife
Fellow q***r characters, all walks of life
From the *sapphic salon hostess Valérie Seymour
To the 'miserable army' and more
of outcasts that frequents the 'merciless
Drug-dealing, death-dealing' bars of Montmartre
Written in another time, still support and solidarity to
generations of LGBTQ genre
*Sapphic is an umbrella term for same-gender loving women or woman-aligned people, including lesbians and bisexual+ women. It is used to describe topics, activities, and ideas related to same-sex attraction among women. The term can also refer to the Greek lyric poet Sappho.
I am transgender, a soul untamed,
Seeking solace, my true self proclaimed.
In this journey, I've found my role,
Here's what I need to be made whole.
Acceptance, a beacon to light my way,
Embracing love, where judgment won't sway.
A mirror that reflects my inner grace,
To see myself, unburdened by the chase.
Understanding hearts, compassionate and kind,
A refuge where I can peace of mind find.
Words of affirmation, whispered in the air,
Affirming my existence, showing they care.
A world that dismantles oppressive walls,
Where equality reigns and prejudice falls.
Opportunities to thrive, without constraint,
For my dreams and talents, a fair playing paint.
Connection to a community, strong and tight,
Where unity blossoms, like stars in the night.
Courage to be vulnerable, without fear,
Knowing my truth is valued and held dear.
I am transgender, bold and unafraid,
Demanding respect, in every accolade.
With these elements, a tapestry untold,
I'll embrace my journey, and forever unfold.
i see the way you look at him,
holding his hand,
kissing him,
and i see you’ve been cursed.
cursed to love a man you never truly loved,
cursed to lose the girl who gave you butterflies.
if you were a boy,
you said, so many years ago,
i think i’d want to kiss you.
so unsure of yourself in your sentences
out of fear of being cursed with a life sentence
damnation, you said.
but how could a love so sweet be so wrong.
how cruel for a sixteen year old girl to hear these words,
i cut my hair,
i bound my chest,
i made myself a reflection of who the world wanted,
in order for us to be together.
i waited for you.
but time did not wait for us, my dear,
your parents laughed when you brought me home to meet them,
then their laughs turned to violence
when they saw us
said we were cursed,
laying with the devil
they turned your bright green eyes into
swollen shades of blues and purples.
now, nearly twenty years later,
i see you with him,
saccharine smiles,
absorbing his touch
like a reluctant sponge.
heartbreak is not nearly strong enough a word for this kind of pain.
my love,
we were never cursed,
the world was.
A keyboard was on a typewriter or piano
Spankings were approved of, rarely condemned
Clothing was 'gay' --- brightly colored
They rolled up the sidewalks at 10 p.m.
We said 'heck' for 'hell' and 'darn' for 'damn'
Teachers were respected, never disparaged
Left-handed kids were forced to be righties
Death, not divorce, dissolved most marriages
A click usually meant a torn meniscus
Folks shopped in windows and stores
Cash was king; credit, irresponsible
TV dinners, unanimously deplored
Marathons had fewer than 100 entrants
Devices were mechanical, not electronic
Nobody I knew took showers, just baths
'Human' meant 100% being, not bionic
Everything written above is true
I swear that it is, doggone it!