Best Homosexuality Poems

In the eyes of Allah
Homosexuality is a grievous sin
Even birds and animals
Never do this thing
It is a work of devils

For a gay 
There are only two holes 
If you think hole is enough
Sex doesn't matter 
Whereas girls have three holes
Girls have hairless boobs 
That can...

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I promote and encourage all men to convert to homosexuality,
so that there will be no competition and all women left for me.
Pretty scary, huh ladies?
Imagine if that became reality.
The whole planet would most likely go totally lesbo too eventually
if I were the only heterosexual male...

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China offers infrastructures, 
India offers agricultural projects,
 and Russia offers security to Africa 
and you, in Europe, offer homosexuality.
Quote by Jean-Luc Melenchon.

On this planet earth
many people hate
to hear the truth 
because they can not bear 
it into their hearts. 
Speaking the truth 
Does not mean gossip.
a...

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You found me in a shadow,
By chance alone, and still.
Within a hole I came to know:
A burden; can't fulfill.

Buried nether stories,
I've welded to my spine:
Biopolitic territories,
Ancient ruins, un-divine.

I floated in that shadow,
Embracing darkness wet.
Drenching moisture—catacomb—
Until endured my Privyet.

Flickered 'hind the window glass,
Your eyes puckered in...

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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...

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I saw the rage in his gaze, 
His seductive art
I felt his digitus medius, longing to write his name inside my ****.
He charged up as usual
Still looking little unsettled with a sudden crash of energy,
I wanted to escape the situation, but his grip was tight...

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Words are lost upon my lips, 
And refraining from poetic scripts,
Which is why, I feel, I find it hard each way,
To display for you what I wish to say. 
 
A feeling is often but a passing fancy,
Which we sense in waves of nonce emotion,
And...

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I want to rearrange rooms with you,
Sipping steeped teas and coffee beans. 
Pondering an existential anamnesis;
"The aloe should go here."

I want to want little victories,
Shape sovereign lands from the exigent patriarchy of our uncordial entente.
Reap what worlds within worlds are ours from the wars of...

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Did you think, ma, that I,
your son, getting older,
would be writing to you?
You think it's a strange thing to do?

     We rarely ever wrote letters, son,
     so much in touch we were.
     We...

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We Can Be A Light
Sal was sixteen when he committed suicide. 
A loving son and brother. 
You could count on Sal when you needed to talk and know it was confidential. 
Sal was always there with a smile and a vote of confidence in any...

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