Best Lgbt Poems
Announcing it in the paper that day,
the LGBT club soon got under way,
meeting at Bruce's bike shop on their harley's,
is where they'd all meet before going on their journey,
some newcomers arrived as well,
and from the looks of them couldn't
tell if they were a woman or a fella,
some looking kind of like Mrs. Doubtfire,
while the younger ones like a Caitlin Jenner,
Bruce started scratching his head
and started to wonder,
why all of a sudden his club was so full of transgender's,
then he realized when he looked at the paper ad,
that he had to change the clubs lettering just a tad,
because his Lumberjacks Go Biking Tuesday's club,
was not going to be used anymore after that
coming out masquerade fad!
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.
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
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.
"The Forgotten Poets"
Saints and Sinners
all calling out for
forgiveness
and wanton recognition
de Sade like minds
libertine and revolutionary
Saints living out their penance
kiss the sharp lips of Sinners
Juxtapositions of souls
Sinners become divine
Saints become unhinged
more human, mortalised
willingly they are led
They Become
Love makes us
All Hallowed Souls
intrepid and invisible
crazed with courage
walking unseen through
the sanctified temples
of the lost and isolated,
The Forgotten Poets
Manifesting, we are mesmerized
We are actuaries counting lives
through the hidden words
and forsaken numbers
along the jagged lines
absent of what
is most deeply sought
ruthless has been the confiscation
to spend our ink on clean sheets
imprinting heat we brand our marks
beating in time and out of time
a tattoo on a body of work
that will eventually be stroked
souls are traded
we are all bought
by the vanity to be read and seen eternally
understood by the Unseen who gifts us
A moment
to cross the static mind
to draw a line between
Trust and the Lies
We are Sensate
tracing softly the streets
in a lover’s open palm
to slide a finger sensuously,
provocatively
towards the crossroad
of an unclothed and vulnerable
upturned wrist
feel the pulse tickled
in the moist hollows of somewhere
a whispered breath
along a neck kissed
Communing with cunning alchemy
manifesting what is not said
through broken hearts
and the tears of half open doorways
closing on pasts best forgotten
wrapping our thoughts like
warm legs around the burning
Divine
leading us into temptation
with
futures and promises
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Certain souls may seem harsh to others,
but it is just a way, beknownst only to them,
of caring and feeling more deeply.”
Marquis de Sade
"My passions,
concentrated on a single point,
resemble the rays of a sun
assembled by a magnifying glass:
they immediately set fire
to whatever object they find in their way"
Marquis de Sade
"Plumage"
We are the iridescent gems
kicked like rubble
gifts to give
we walk souls
in dead bodies
all colours, plumage to be free
accepted our truth,
is shunned by the better ones
we are viewed obscenities
integrity takes courage
honesty by the beautiful ones
broken down by frowning whispers
bits of us shine
put together again macrami shame
hung around our necks
we are
a puzzle
considered feigned
by the holier than thous
discouraged
we are love that is hidden, pain
Love is Love
Life is Life
inside comes out
eventually
different coloured feathers
freely given flight
brighter than ordinary
what is expected tries
so many times, tears cry
windows open
credence to be seen
uncovered jewels that glisten
soulfully divine
in Divinity’s eyes
Heaven listens
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2021)
“The Village” / Wrabel
https://youtu.be/tilsrO-3gcQ
"Whispering that same prayer
half a million times
It's a lie, though
buried in disciples
One page of the Bible
isn't worth a life
There's something wrong
in the village,
In the village..."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LGBT_rights_in_Australia
https://humanrights.gov.au/our-work/education/face-facts-lesbian-gay-bisexual-trans-and-intersex-people
https://www.beyondblue.org.au/who-does-it-affect/lesbian-gay-bi-trans-and-intersex-lgbti-people
https://www.cfr.org/article/changing-landscape-global-lgbtq-rights
https://ilga.org/about-us
LYRICS/ The Village, by Wrabel
https://genius.com/Wrabel-the-village-lyrics
Learning a heart beats makes life go fast
My heart beats twice as fast as you think
and half as fast as I remember
When the rainbow came out
over my grandmother's wet face
in the rain in a crowd
of nervous spectators
I graduated again
under the gazing admiration of
a bunch of sappy critics
also known as my family
I was sad and embarrased
only to realize that
they were amazed and overjoyed
I did not want to be here
Neither did my grandmother
and my husband and other mom
got drunk to celebrate
a toast to my success at the office
When my dad so proud
of my developmental growth
and my aunt were finally adults
we stood there together but yet
still seperated by the rain and tears
under the rainbow with a pulse
The President asked us to be silent
for a pulse
a beat
another raindrop
another moment of sadness
and rain and tears were shed for a breath
a somber graduation day indeed
we stood in solidarity
Always the pulse of life is strong
even when our grandfathers' hearts break
when we are strangers we stand together
in solidarity.
we cried and laughed and cheered
under the rainbow
and I learn much from all who die
with peace and love and unity
I remain ever gratefully yours
A graduate
I come out gay today.
What has taken me so long?
It is my fear of what some would say,
Now I feel free as a birdsong.
Many years living astray,
My true self was all wrong.
My happiness has had to pay,
Time to stand up strong.
Gay today and forever me,
Achieving blissful happiness.
Totally carefree,
The world is my witness.
Many missed true love opportunities,
Loneliness and sadness kept me a while.
Caring what others thought was lunacy,
How close it was to being senile.
Those years wasted brutally,
To my younger self I now reconcile.
Loving me with impunity,
Continuing onward I can only smile.
Gay today and forever me,
Achieving blissful happiness.
Totally carefree,
The world is my witness.
Living now a new,
Numerous possibilities await.
True love I’m searching for you,
Out there somewhere is my soulmate.
Respecting me so others do too,
Finding one’s self is never too late.
To all the world I love you,
Please help stop gay hate.
Gay today and forever me,
Achieving blissful happiness.
Totally carefree,
The world is my witness.
Lesbians, Gays,
Bisexuals,
Transgenders.
Lend me your ears!
I'm speaking right now
From deepest within.
Come out!
Come out from your shell.
There's nothing wrong
To be perfectly you.
Forget about sexism
Wings are made to fly.
Your colors are bright
Put crystals in skies.
Lesbians, Gays,
Bisexuals,
Transgenders.
Be proud of yourself.
Live to be unique,
Live it up loud,
Live with your wings.
You're created by God
You fell from my nightmare that keeps unfolding in the dark
Carrying my dead body on your back
And offering cheaply all that you are
You bought them all
Your mask won't stop me from noticing your crime
Next time I see you two together I'll be the one holding a knife
You killed all the innocence in sight to the sound of your victim anthem
That keeps muting any thought in my head
But somehow your five letter name is still stuck in my brain
How come you never know how to rise above that
Your new lover likes it the most when you scream that you don't care about me
You fell sick with someone else's touch, I died when I saw you together
So don't ask if I have a place to sleep
I'll be waiting in my grave till the crowd gets bored
Counting on my fingers all my violent deaths that are always your fault
And growing numbers in your hand always revert to zero
But I can't ever rise above wanting you so
Place where we are reveals all the steps in our way
So what have you done to find yourself where you are
What have I done to stand beside you waiting for you like I always do?
You called me your sister knowing that I wasn't for a minute
And I just hope that our story won't be known as the ultimate betrayal
So now that I stood up from my knees I recommend doing it too
Nobody touches what is forever to be mine
You killed all the love in sight to the sound of your victim anthem
May it turn into your funeral march
I met her in the coffee shop
She hid me from a violent cop
She didn't care if I'd been hooking
She gave that cop a sober look and
Said, "She ran out that back door"
While underneath the check-out stand
I curbed a giggle, touched her hand
And saw that copper nevermore.
For thirteen days and nights we played
We laughed and sighed, no promise made
Not one moment were we apart
I loved her dearly from the start
Now I sit alone with mocha
And a side of almond roca
Our final meal: rice with veggie taco
Then she left forever for Morocco.
This poem I regard as a failure. It's odd it took me several months of periodic tinkering looking for the perfect words and scans that would rescue it from clunkiness. I think the last line is perfect for this poem, but leading up to it are so many little bad choices for which I could not find better. But I'm giving up, and sharing it as-is, as after all that work on it I hate to just throw it away.
Willing to pay the most tragic of prices
I just want to feel something soon
Using her beauty for only the worst of vices
Knows what she’s doing too
Can’t stop the hate that follows temptation
You’re all I want but can never see
Walking around with the worst reputation
Never-ending buzzing, but I have yet to see a bee
No amount of drinks will ever swivel the image
The thoughts I know finding you again
I’m done with this agony, so start the scrimmage
Please help me find the end of my adrenaline
Pulling me endlessly, stretching me thin
I’m trying so hard to show you what you fail to see
Your refusal, I swear, is the only true sin
It can’t be wrong but we’ll never know, will we
Dreading the smell of dead romances
You only sense the prayer
Ashes, ashes burning all of our chances
It’ll be your own fault when we’re both gasping for air
Are you only using me once again?
I have been dealt no hand, I should fold
But I’m dreading that day this comes to an end
So I’ll pretend to hold the world while your eyes only get cold
Maybe... one day we could be the fine line
One between lust and hate
No love in sight, but I’d get to call you mine
And maybe one day I’ll accept that fate
For the wind will forever whisper our fear
Even when no amount of screaming will bring up what I long to say
And if, or when the world forgets we were ever here
I will still love you anyway
Six feet in the ground and all I will see
Is the sparkle in your eyes that I wish was towards me
But of course, you won’t notice at all
I should have known you would never actually fall
Male on Male
Sweating and pale
Skin gleaming
Kissing and trembling
Yet clothed still.
New lovers,new to lust
New to love,
Innocent and broken the both of us
Finding peace in each others arms
Do you remember the day still?
Then today sexy and beautiful
As you walk down the aisle towards me
Dressed in gold as my husband to be
You may answer only yes or no
Will you be so?
Will you marry me
Be my lawfully wedded husband for eternity
YES
(Quick off the top of my haid)
Da dibble go down to Georgia
A town in Texas, who knew
He went on de run
He took his six gun
Lookin' for to doo wacka doo.
He comed across a young sure-shot
Targetin' a hickory stump
Dibble feelin' sly
Slithered up to this guy
And patted him upon the rump.
"What you doin' mistuh?
You hyeh lookin' to die?
We'll duel then you'll
End up a dead fool
For layin' yo' hand on my thigh."
Dey faced off and Johnny drew
But de dibble had drawn his too
They pissed in the wind
They humped and they sinned
And de dibble got his koo koo ka joo.
The love of two women so strong
The love of two men so pure
The love of anyone against the norms
It's no wonder you are upset
You have never experienced love like that