Best Lesbian Poems
Heated these shores, whereupon passion bears her grip...
A lady in love with another woman, and how can she deny this
Stirring deep inside racing through her veins the rapture, of her heart.
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 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.
"Oh," she whispers, "but she's here with a boy!" Her words, especially the painted blue one, stick to her palm covering her lips and mouth, I lace my fingers through yours and this happens simultaneously on opposite sides of the room, we look at each other and smile, the suppressed laughter in our mouths a balloon blown so full it's about to pop,
It pops.
You're not all boy.
We laugh because she saw you from far away, she saw you and your hair that basically spells out either, 'lesbian,' or, 'boy,' across your forehead.
I look at your eyes. I tell you: Jesus, she thinks you're a boy and she thinks I'm straight we've neeever been in this situation before.
We laugh.
And, oh, that waitress that one time said, "thank you sir," when you handed her your credit card, her words overflowing with poisonous flirtation, spilling out of her mouth along with a biohazardous receipt, Her fingertips brushed yours as she handed it to you,
She didn't know. Painful ignorance.
After she left, you asked, "So is she a lesbian? Or..."
I didn't have the heart to tell you that she thought you were all boy.
I also didn't have the heart to believe the waitress didn't know she was feeding us poison.
you acted like it was nothing, but I, like, internally growled or something because the only two people who are this protective over someone else are moms and girlfriends.
She whispers, "Oh, but she's here with a boy!" and the blue word caresses our cheeks like your thumb and mine, currently participating in some sort of passive aggressive thumb makeout session because that's a nervous habit we have when we hold hands.
And we have the words "boy" and "lesbian" written across our foreheads, so it's a good thing I focus on your eyes.
There once was a sweet thing named Cindy
Who tripped and went end over endy
She showed off her ass
To the delight of this lass
But alas, she's so straight she won't bendy.
My very best friend is a lesbian,
not bisexual, she is not at all attracted to men.
There is nothing butch about her, she is absolutely stunning.
When I look at her I often wish that I was a lesbian,
but our friendship is built on the foundation,
of us always verbally abusing each other more times than none.
When we first met, picking her up was my intention,
before I discovered she was a lesbian.
"Listen pretty boy," she said to me,
"I think you're a great guy but not at all for me.
I know that you'll find someone one day
who will make you very happy,
but this is never going to happen sweetie. It's not you, it's me."
"Whoa! Hold your horses there Annie Oakley,
did you just "It's not you, it's me," to me?!
Let me tell you something my little curious honey,
I created "It's not you, it's me," so please,
don't even try to feed me lies about being a lesbian to me.
You wouldn't believe how many times,
women feed me that tired old "I'm a lesbian" lie,
I average about a dozen of those women every week at the very least,
just be honest with me, just answer me truthfully,
what did I do wrong, why am I not your kind of guy?"
She gave me a pity kiss, and then told me this,
"I'm not attracted to you because your genitals are on the outside,
I Am Not Attracted To Men! I AM A Lesbian!
IT REALLY ISN'T YOU, IT'S I!..
"Well, can I call you," I asked, "and keep giving it a shot?"
Anguished, she grabbed me by my collar, her temper raging hot,
then smiled and winked at me and said, "Sure, why not."
.. and ever since then we have been the best of friends,
verbally abusing the hell out of each other over and over again,
but whenever a crisis in my life does occur,
I honestly don't know what I would do without her.
I'll be talking more about my lesbian friend,
every so often, now and again.
Life is to live, live it yourself
Don’t ruin the chance, being someone
Choose your path, chase your dreams
live up to them till you die
No two are same nor their choices
Never hesitate to accept yourself
Being unique is not a sin,
not at least than following the herd
Gender never matters to love someone
Color never matters to love someone
Love is love, no matter who you are
Love is love, no matter whom you love
Lesbian isn’t lousy, lesbian is lovely
Gay isn’t gruesome, gay is a glory
Bi isn’t befouling, bi is blooming
Trans isn’t tainting, trans is twinkling
Not sure of gender? No need to worry,
we all were there at some point.
Feeling asexual? No need to worry,
sex isn’t the only thing to explore.
Not willing to get tagged? No need to worry,
tags never define you as much as you
Willing to support us being straight
Allies are always heartily welcomed
Do you think that ***** is rubbish?
Pray to god to get some brains
Just don’t butt into other’s lives,
mind your business, you homophobe!
Age never matters to be yourself
Religion never matters to be yourself
Life is to live, live it yourself
Don’t ruin the chance, being someone
Thoughts and culture change with time,
so do the laws of land you live
Never give up fighting for equal rights,
fight for the future, fight for yourself.
In all honesty,
I never learned your name.
I didn’t need to;
The look in your eyes is your name
Like fireflies, they twinkle and glimmer your name
A name I love saying
The way you stare at me
It’s like I’m the color yellow,
And I’m painting away the grey of your world
That’s what you tell me
As my head rests in the crook of your neck, and your fingers trail up the bare of my hip
You’re yellow, and sunshine to me you say
And I’m grey like a pebble, soaking up your rays
I laugh
But grey is my favorite color I tell you
It’s the color of the skies on the days I’m tucked in your arms, because its too cold and wet to go outside
It’s the color of my favorite blanket that I keep under my bed
Its only for special occasions
When I need to cry and shake and let the dreams of the night know I’m not okay
You’re not just for special occasions though
You’re for every occasion. Every fight, every dance,
Every laugh with my head thrown back and my fingers tightening around you for purchase because laughing with you is like an ******, it breaks me, it builds me, it loves me
Even when you’re not here
I still think of you
I sit you beside me, and tell you thoughts, even when reality speeds around us, and you’re not really there
Even now I can sit you beside me
And trace the figures of your love with my eyes
Black hair, straight and deep. Sometimes short, sometimes long; I can’t choose, you’re beautiful either way
Brown eyes, deep like the dirt flowers and dreams can only sprout in, that burn like the hearts of spinning stars
Tall, and I hate it, but you always use it to your advantage to capture me tight
I lied
I love it
Long fingers, and you pluck secrets and whimpers from me like notes from a harp
God, I love them
God, I crave them
You’re my all dreams bundled into one, my opposite, my piece of the puzzle, my favorite melody, my infinite addiction
I can’t live without you
A day that goes by without you is another breath stolen from my lungs but what can I do because you’re not even real
Like Pygmalion, I’ve fallen in love with my own mind’s tortured creation and now I can love no one but you
I can stare at no one but you, and when the night falls, I can go to no one but you
To Orsino, how can you say women can’t love like men?
I’ve fallen in love with a woman and now I’m dead.
September 25, 2018
I just once again,
tried to pick up a lesbian.
This sort of thing happens to me very often.
I am always amazed to learn how many women are lesbians,
whenever I get hammered and start hitting on women."
My gaydar sucks when it comes to lesbians.
I can never identify any of them.
I never know if I'm talking to a lesbian with an attitude,
or just some woman in a very bad mood,
and if any lesbians take offense with that,
well, I apologize, but you've just proved my point in seconds flat.
A lesbian.
A woman who only loves women.
What more is there to know?
Lots.
Prejudice against lesbians,
Often occurs because of misunderstanding.
People have their own opinions about lesbians,
But opinions are almost never facts.
Are you sure you know,
What someone being a lesbian means?
A lesbian isn't a lesbian because she hates men.
A lesbian isn't a lesbian because she's rebellious.
A lesbian isn't a lesbian because it's "cool".
She loves women.
And only women.
She isn't "going through a phase".
She isn't confused.
She isn't "too young to know for sure".
A lesbian doesn't come out to you because she's in love with you.
She comes out to you, because she trusts you.
A lesbian doesn't fall in love with every woman she sees.
That's like saying you fall in love with everyone you see.
A lesbian has types of women that make her heart flutter,
Just like you have types of people that make your heart skip a beat.
A lesbian doesn't want to be a man.
She dresses the way she does for comfort or fashion,
Not because she's transgender.
A lesbian hasn't not "met the right man yet",
Because she doesn't want to "meet the right man".
She wants to meet the right woman.
A lesbian doesn't know all lesbians.
She might know who Ellen Degeneres is,
But she probably has no idea who your cousin,
Who lives a five hour drive away is.
When a lesbian dates another lesbian,
There is no "man" in the relationship.
There are no makes in their relationship,
Therefore male stereotypes have no place in such a relationship.
A lesbian is a lesbian.
She is herself and she is different from everyone else.
And she will love women no matter what you do,
So just love and accept her so your relationship can bloom.
Here by the bay
I lay and pounder
Sun rising and setting
I dream of dreams
Of knowledge of kings
Of divinity of Gods or higher beings
Of a love; sweet and gentle-
of a Female kind--If you dont mind.
Here by the bay
I lay and pounder
All day I do wonder
Here by the bay
I dream of a girl
So very sweet and totally gay!
To kiss and love
To hug and snug
To enjoy and lust
And to be comforted til dusk.
I've loved her,
Since the beginning of time.
Whether we're laughing
or crying,
happy with each other,
or MAD,
but still trying.
It changes NOTHING!
I am her's,
and she...
She is mine.
And, I guess that means,
that at this very moment,
I can finally admit,
that I love a lesbian.
From the tip top,
of a cut that's cropped,
to the bottoms of
her booted feet.
Whether this is a phase,
or a fait en complete...
It...Changes...NOTHING!
I am her's,
and she...
She is mine.
Our blood intertwined...
Our spirits aligned...
Our hearts refined...
Our destinies designed...
And, no matter, if she chose this,
or if it was chosen for her,
I...AM...HER'S.
And, she...
SHE...IS...MINE!
Our bond, can never be maligned.
And, I guess that means...
Yes! That's what it means!
It means that I love my daughter,
Sooooooo, that means...that
I love a lesbian.
LESBIAN
HOW COULD YOU A
AND HOW DARE YOU
TREAT HER LIKE THAT
IS SHE NOT HUMAN
IS SHE NOT YOUR SISTER
THEN WHY TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER
WHY PRETEND YOU DO NOT CARE
WHY CANT YOU ACCEPT HER THE WAY SHE IS
IS SHE NOT A PERSON
IS SHE NOT HUMAN
WELL TO ME SHE IS
SHE IS A SISTER TO ME
WHY JUDGE HER IF IT IS NOT YOUR DUTY TO JUDGE
SHE IS LESBIAN
YES SHE IS LESBIAN
AND SHE IS PROUD
WHO ARE YOU TO LOOK DOWN ON HER
SHE DOES NOT NEED YOUR SYMPATHY
SHE IS OK JUST THE WAY SHE IS
AND IF YOU CANT CHANGE HER THEN
LEAVE HER ALONE
SHE HAD ENOUGH
SHE IS TIRED OF YOU PEOPLE
CANT YOU GET THAT?
SHE HAD ENOUGH
AND SHE IS A LESBIAN
4.22am 27-1-04
I met this little lesbian
She rode up on her bike
A Yamaha 350 from Sydney she did hike
So the two of us got talking
And we went down for a beer
And while there we were walking
She told me she was *****
I said it didn’t matter
I didn’t mind a bit
For I fancied her the latter
Thinking into her I’d get
She invited me to move in
To join her in her flat
To sleep in the same bed
Well what do you think of that?
We talked awhile of her one true love
Joe, a little girl so dear
Joe’s family had given her the shove
Because she acted *****
So off to sleep it’s then we drift
Hot body by my side
Bout 2am my hand did slip
Bout this I have no pride
So then she says just do it
And my friend was big and hard
So I entered and screwed a bit
And the bed did move a yard
The explosion was riveting
And I fell right out of bed
The angle of the pivoting
Get out it’s now she said?
So back to Sydney she did ride
Left me broken in her wake
It sort of tore me up inside
Any difference did I make??? … Don Johnson
Due to complaints on the flow
here is the ruder version, i know
true story ...wonder what her motive was....baby?
If it offend I'll take it off like foreskin from a buttercup