Best Homophobic Poems
She stands invisible to any fair go,
Mentally bashed to a paste,
In a world where she is not wanted,
Where she is simply erased,
Where none of her self is accepted by men,
Women distrust her as well,
Where she is politely told to vanish,
To crawl back into her shell,
She’s been beaten and bashed and raped by angry,
Pushed to the fork in the road,
This academically gifted heart beating girl,
Has been pushed right out to the cold,
She believes what folks whisper about her,
She believes the things that they say,
She believes she doesn’t fit into this world,
That she’s defective because she is gay.
Categories:
homophobic, hurt, identity, society,
Form:
Quatrain
America has been GREAT, great for the last two centuries.
All right, America has been the greatest among all countries,
For a long time. MAGA is a cheap pleonasm, which just
Won the most contentious election in American history.
The problem, as widely reported, Trump is corrupt, unjust,
Sexist, racist, homophobic, xenophobic, vociferous, and nasty.
This is the first time that we have such a hyperactive loose cannon,
Who is despised by his own political party. He is an orchestra
Of unusual lyrics and melodies. The man is like an untamed lion.
As a reminder, money, strength and power are not everything.
Humility, wisdom, decency, and common sense, in America,
Are extremely crucial and important, to make the dogs sing.
A president should be a role model, a beacon for children;
A fighter, a problem solver, a savior for the entire electorate;
A leader, a giant not a bully, a diplomat for the world to emulate.
The jury will be deliberating; America does not need to be 'great again';
We need an improved economy, mutual respect, controlling the flow
Of immigration, money, illicit drugs, and put our ducks in a row,
To be a haven for all, regardless of race, color, gender and ethnicity.
America is the greatest, I am not lying; simply ask the Statue of Liberty.
Copyright © November 11,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
homophobic, africa, america, black african
Form:
Rhyme
Racial slurs fly in Michigan like footballs.
I'm not supposed to point the finger at white women,
but white women who enjoy NASCAR, and mass
quantities of alcohol. can be pretty racists and homophobic,
This white woman said, "What did God say when he made
the first black man? "Damn, I burnt one."
Some people can lighten the mood right before a race-riot
breaks out by telling racists jokes. On the roof
of a very tall building are four men; one is asian,
one is mexican, one is black, and the last one is white.
The asian walks to the ledge and says,
"This is for all my people" and jumps off the roof.
Next, the mexican walks to the ledge and also says,
"This is for all my people" and then he jumps off the roof.
Next is the black guy's turn. The black guy walks
to the ledge and says, "This is for all my people"
and then throws the white guy off the roof.
See that's funny. We get really funny things
because of our differences. We do have to learn
to laugh, but more importantly appreciate ourselves..
Without color the world would be pretty grey.
This seems pretty obvious, but doesn't stop people
from killing each other. The world wouldn't
even be grey without color because grey is a color.
They say the blind can't lead the blind,
which brings me to my next joke.
How do you blindfold a Chinese person?
Put floss over their eyes.
I shouldn't have to spell out the obvious, or fight
for tolerance. It's getting late and my eyes
are turning red from all the jokes. Racism is
really bad comedy. it's like listening to a really bad laugh
that slowly drives a man insane. Don't even get me
started on sexism, which is just a form of stupidity.
I just don't like stupid people. I don't like when stupid
looks me in the eyes because it's ugly.Racists and sexists
must have brain cancer or some devastating mental illness,
which causes them to get mad when Mexicans don't mow
the grass or confused when black people don't like fried chicken.
Categories:
homophobic, black african american, cinco
Form:
Blank verse
The homophobic banker he was penned
That careless fool was found to misspend
He thought prison would be cake
Until he met fat old Jake
Now he has got a hairy boyfriend!
Categories:
homophobic, life, slam,
Form:
Limerick
The cities streets once felt like home
With shadows now I find I roam,
A tree that shared its welcome shade,
Now stands apart from leafy glade,
And memories of storms that tore
The others down
What can my trembling heart restore
Uneasy rests my manhood's crown.
I do not know what's coming next,
You do not phone and rarely text,
But still I carry fantasy
Of me with you and you with me!
A broad road or a path unknown
We pay the rent
No parent’s voice or chaperone
Our destination's different
We do not need to ride the tide
Or keep our feelings deep inside
Decision ours, all is ahead,
Our intellect is our life's bread
Together is where we belong
Let’s fight the fight,
Commit to what we want lifelong
To loneliness say fond goodnight
Brian Johnston
May 4, 2015
Poet's Notes:
This poem is me trying to imagine what life is like for a young gay man who is in love with his best friend but not able to say anything for fear that his friend would freak out and reject him completely. He is afraid his friend is homophobic so the young man tries to hint at what he really wants without actually saying what is in his heart!
Categories:
homophobic, love,
Form:
Rhyme
If you were taught that something was bad,
Sinful and evil and terribly mad;
And then found out that that’s what you were -
How would you feel, if that did occur?
If you were taught that a lifestyle was wrong,
And people who lived it weren’t morally strong;
And then realized it was what you preferred -
How would you cope, if that did occur?
Sexual preferences are programmed inside;
It is nature, not nurture - and nothing to hide.
It’s been that way for millions of years,
Though repressed by many through intimidation and fear.
If you are homophobic, I just wish to say
There are some in your circles who are unknowingly gay
They just won’t admit it, because of the way you’ll react
But they are who they are – and you won’t change that fact
It could be your son or your brother; a friend or a boss
But they know if you knew, your respect would be lost
They don’t fit your stereotype so you never will know
And due to your ignorance and hatred they’ll never tell you so
Wouldn’t it be great if each of us could set an example
And this fear of homosexuality we could stomp on and trample
I, myself, am not a homosexual man
But for my brethren who are – I will take a stand
Categories:
homophobic, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I feel sorry for all the people in this town that look at me with contempt or disgust, spout homophobic slurs behind my back, and condemn my lifestyle. It's funny, because they almost never have the courage to say it to my face. I just wanna say to them, my name is Battle so bring it *****! I live in this world open and proud. Not only am I a transgender
GIRL,
but I'm gay as well (that means I like girls). If you know where I'm coming from, then that is one of the most courageous and frightening things you can possibly do. I feel sorry for those people, because I am free in every way they are not; and they know it. Their fear meets the face of my strength, and they choose to react with anger and spite. They say I'm disgusting and some of the good-natured ones may even pray for me. Why you ask? Am I all that different by appearance? No, I simply wear nail polish. I'm not a make-up and sundress kind of
GIRL
but still I meet these looks daily. My nail polish, by my best estimates, costs me roughly 200-300 dollars a month in tips from my delivery route, and it's worth every penny.
Am I scared every day?
YES.
Do I struggle with accepting myself?
OF COURSE
Are there days I hate myself for what I am?
YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT!
I go through the same struggles as all those haters out there do. The difference is, I do not live in the dark, and I do not live in fear. Darkness and ignorance breeds fear. Knowledge is salvation. I lived in my own world of darkness for so long because it was safe. In the end, it's only made me bitter, alone, and lost. For those who have struggled, this quote endures; "it's only after we've lost everything, that we're free to do anything". Just let go of all the things we use to shelter ourselves from the unknown.
If you still don't know what I'm talking about, try living in a town of 2,000 sheltered people that is separated by any other major city by 130 miles or so. I know other people are scared for me too, and that's ok. But they should know that this is my code, and I will die for my code. This is my spine, and I'll stand until my dying breath. Sometimes, in the end, living means finding something you are willing to die for. Stay true to yourselves out there.
Categories:
homophobic, art, inspirational, spoken word,
Form:
Bio
Make hay while the sun shines.
I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.
This farm was my embryonic home,
an extension of my vastly loved and nurturing Mother,
more than my workaholic homophobic Father,
who most emphatically did create a patriarchal god in his own image.
His farm was for slave labor.
Her farm was a garden for growing healthy wealth.
I loved Mom's Multi-ReGenerational Family Farm
like an extension of my ego's mind and body.
And, like a turtle without a shell,
when I first headed off to Ann Arbor's University
I brought my happy and healthy ego with me,
eager to begin my new adventure story,
yet I emotionally stumbled,
felt naked and exposed and depressed,
for lack of my embryonic habitus,
my eco-center,
my home,
my interdependently embracing love of sacred spaces
and their seasons of regeneration and degeneration,
growing still and fading without ego me
conjoining.
I was homesick,
but not for Nurturing Nanny
and Fearsome Father
or even Perfect Princess Sister, whom I cherished,
whom I could talk and listen with as whim might invite,
and, although somewhat more of a sore detachment from our farmhouse interior spaces,
my disorienting alienation from Ann Arbor
was as a too-urban outside place
just as my recreating resident embrace
favored my dorm and classroom youth-learning multicultural race
against more oppressive monoculturing times.
To this day,
despite a six week backpacking hike
along California's Pacific Coast Trail,
plundered by surreal vistas and fragrance and light and unspeakable beauty,
when I imagine a meadow, a field, a woodland,
a pond,
a barn,
an unpaved road,
a gravel drive,
a herd of cattle,
a pen of pigs,
a coop of chickens,
a litter of kittens with eyes still sealed shut,
I recall iconic scenes from this sacred originating home,
my eco-memory
calling my doubly-bound ego-enculturing self
back home
to where we permaculturally began together,
making hay while the sun did shine.
Categories:
homophobic, depression, family, farm, health,
Form:
Prose Poetry
What defines me
Christopher Burton
I hear people telling me what really defines me. The people that address me they addresses me as a wannabe thug because the way I act and dress maybe even because I’m brown coming from poverty. Certain people need to wake up and stop being homophobic , racist , judgmental and negative . When are we going to accept gay people as an equal as straight people being in love?
When are the cops going to stop shooting on a black and brown person ?
So I ask myself what defines me and all of you.
The world of define can be hard to search but it takes courage to know that we are not afraid to show the world who we really define ourselves.
Don’t let society defines you as a criminal
Don’t let homophobic define your beautiful sexuality.
Don’t let fear define who you are .
And don’t let anything define you negative till you die.
I define myself as a humble prestigious , proud young brown man walking into the beautiful bright light shadows still living in a happy planet world called Earth
Categories:
homophobic, age, black african american,
Form:
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.
Categories:
homophobic, discrimination, growth, poets, prejudice,
Form:
Free verse
Take a look at something unnerving
like cadaveric spasms;
or a perfectly shaped idiot
such as the legendary Pat Boone
with his homophobic point of view
- And it's easy to see why:
It doesn't really matter
if there's a God or not!
All that actually matters to me, is that:
Theoretically,
both the Godhead
and My head
express a very similar
morbid sense of humor!
I mean,
things could always be worse:
I could have been born as Cliff Richard...I suppose?
Categories:
homophobic, angst, death, god, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
How would you react when you knew you don't fit in. When who you are is looked down upon as a sin. I am an outcast i feel it seep through my veins. You forget im used to your words i have the stains. Nothing you say is new to me. I've heard it all before don't you see? I can not change contraire to your your belief. Its not a choice there is no relief. Accept me or don't it wont make a difference in my world. People like me are used to your words daily they are hurled. The only ones with the problem are the ones stuck in contradiction. Freedom is mine by choice of acceptance not by wars against your religion. We are not the fighters with words routed in hate. We do not condemn & pressure for his names sake. Your attacks are justified by concern & so called love for those you hurt. Maybe wed be a little closer if your ways were not so perverse. You talk about being gay like its a sickness waiting for a cure. We are not ill, we're human with vision different from yours. You could never relate to the pain plagued in our hearts. You don't face the condemnation, you wouldn't know where to start. We believe in things your minds are to closed to conceive. If it weren't for our strength we'd be just like you, breaking the broken due to our belief. Never have we forced our ways on you to be like us just so you knew. Locked up, rapped & abused, hit with a bible or two. There is no difference between homophobic activists and speakers. They leave the same scars the severity just differs. So before you point at us with judgment and disgrace. Look in the mirror, picture how we see you. Are you content with your face? Can you rest your head peacefully while we bite back our tears? Knowing your kind is the reason we have fears? Don't worry we wont become as heartless as you. We prefer our freedom & love to be gained by truth not by guilt and a life or two.....
Categories:
homophobic, anti bullying, gender, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Time for New Campaign Year ReSolutions,
perhaps informed with some new political economy
discernment questions.
Why is a free market
most accessible to those with the largest investments
in marketing?
Could this be the same question:
Why are our free political elections
most accessible to those who invest most heavily
in self-partisanship?
Why does suppression or oppression or repression,
some kind of taxing expression,
of the free cooperative-barter labor market
feel related to the rapidly increasing disecological cost
to Earth's formerly free commodities,
elements,
communionation,
co-arising intelligence,
ecosystemic integrity,
and possibly some cooperative research
hunting and gathering nutrients,
while avoiding toxicity?
Why does it cost so much
to competitively market the economic policies and political procedures
intended to evolve healthy cooperative free markets?
Why does freedom from fearful need for
--debt forgiveness
--redemption
--absolution
--ever more effectively voiced competition
to avoid untimely divestment
feel so much like freedom to give
mutually cooperative compassion
--for being merely human,
--for not being humane enough for our own SuperMonoTheistic
Awareness,
--for not being unnaturally spiritual enough
for our EgoCenters to entirely forget
our ubiquitously shared neurosystemic
empowering political
and enlightened economic
RNA regenerative roots?
Why do I feel
and not think
free of participating in competing
racist
sexist
homophobic
eco-political networks,
structures,
systemic trauma
When I buy groceries and clothes,
every time I support an
--overly anthro-indulgent,
--over-commodified
--overly toxic
--overly carbon-footprinted
--overly LeftBrain dominant
corporation
Including political party corporations
competing for market shares in votes,
and how do I feel free to support overly incorporated candidates
for overly-commodified public offices?
Why does an independent multiculturist
sound like an oxymoron?
while a cooperative polyculturing network
sounds like deep nurturing
nutritionally healthy
resonance?
Categories:
homophobic, culture, destiny, earth, environment,
Form:
Political Verse
Decision making is an art
To make the right choice at the start
But now the robots have become the one
To find the truth begun and won
ChatGPT will write a student’s essay
Or a rousing speech to be your way
Just give it the facts to start
And in no time it’ll sound straight from the heart
They tried to make an online friend
TayTweet to converse and for relationships to defend
But they found the algorithm went bad
Being a racist sexist and homophobic cad
Some companies use AI to read CVs for culling
But one company found its decisions not inviting
Being skewed to Jared who played High School lacrosse
Such decisions made were at a loss
When gathering data it will reflect what society thinks
With research being found that past data has a wink
To what they are calling the pale male syndrome
Being for white males mainly shown
So we are slowly reaching a place
When computer says no is in the race
And Artificial Intelligence is part
Of the decision making art.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
homophobic, future,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
He's this, he's that,this is what he should be like
He shouldn't have that many tattoos, he shouldn't dress like that
He's clearly a wannabe gangsta because he listens to Hip-Hop and Rap
I'm just me, and I hate being categorized
Sicker than your average, don't worry, its no biggie, but you're about to get hyptonized
My mind is complex, but i know the world want my words Simplified
Always got told I should follow trends and get the latest haircuts
I don't follow the latest trends, sorry I don't care enough
I don't dress to fit in, I'd much rather stand out
So you can ridicule me, but I'd rather be the odd man out
You place me as a wannabe gangsta because I wear hoodies and listen to Hip-Hop
But when have you heard me go on about selling drugs and getting people shot?
That's right you Haven't, because I don't pretend to be something I'm not
I'm a mixture of everything I love, and no I'm not lost
I'm comfortable in my own skin sorry if that scares you
So I'm going to be me, and when you talk I won't hear you
You look at my tattoos and try to label me
You can take your shots but you won't disable me
Because I wear Pink some of you want to call me gay
You must be homophobic,a phobia is something you're scared of, So that's the wrong word to say
I've dated numerous girls so I get called a playa and I deserved it when I got my heart broke
I can understand that, But we all have different ways to cope
Oh he must be a hooligan because he loves football
Go ahead and call me what you like, I'm done caring at all
He's this, he's that,this is what he should be like
He shouldn't have that many tattoos, he shouldn't dress like that
He's clearly a wannabe gangsta because he listens to Hip-Hop and Rap
I'm just me, and I hate being categorized
Categories:
homophobic, confidence, courage, culture, deep,
Form:
Free verse