Best Lgbtq Poems

With rushing hands about our hips
      and loving thoughts so hardly chaste,
let locked together be our lips
      as equal rights we must posthaste:   
for in love and in God we trust,
in them here...

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 God "Owns Me",because he created me and you! I own "God" and he owns me,because to be "Owned is a reason to love ,and without "Love" there is no "Ownership"!We cannot "Own" that which we do not "LOVE"! Racism is a "Mental Illiness"! I...

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I am a girl,
Everyone sees it.

I graciously accept the label,
Twirling in a girls spool,
And playing it up for others.

Sometimes I feel an itch,
In a place I can't reach.
There are times when it quells,
When my voice cracks,
And I am somewhere else.

Where my hair is to my...

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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...

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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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There was something inside him
Screaming to be let out
Screaming to be seen
There was something inside him
But then he understood what it was
And she let it out...

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In quiet corners where no one sees,
Two hearts find solace, though love's not free.
A gentle touch, a fleeting smile,
In a world that deems their love a trial.

Their love, a secret they must protect,
From judging eyes and harsh neglect.
They hold each other in the dark,
Wishing the...

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“Lost Pantheons” 

Alexandrine tragedies
Racine diamond-edged
come and go 
French letters 
blown like leaves
straight up 
into the rarefied air
scattered like lovers
against a body 
of purple vain poetry 
written invisible
on the skin of 
Miss Chance 
Cocteau
spoken with 
joie de vivre crisp
sharp apple-red lips 
painted over 
Comme des Garçons...

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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...

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“That body is female!”, they tell me.
At the turn of the moon
It purges itself of its sins,
Washing away what lives could have been,
Punished for failing biological duties.

“That body is female!”, they tell me.
Forever marked with the scarlet letter,
The big, bold, burning red “F”
Branded on the...

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Gay straight or confused, love urself and who ever else u chose. U want a sex change it's up to u, no1 else is living in ur shoes and It's ur life so you make the rules. Don't ever be uncomfortable cuz someone u love...

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Sappho Translations II

That country wench bewitches your heart?
Hell, her most beguiling art’s
hiking her dress
to seduce you with her ankles' nakedness!
Sappho, fragment 57, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Sappho, fragment 138, loose translations/interpretations by Michael R. Burch

1.
Darling, let me see your face;
unleash your eyes' grace.

2.
Turn to...

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If it's not organic
it's not sexy
and probably not all that amusing
either.

If it's up and down bipolar movement
with arms versus legs,
it's Yang male energy,
and potentially horned up
and/or out-sized survival.

If it's side to side dipolar,
it's Yin synergy,
all about love
surfing liberally up,
vulnerably unfolding out,
and conservatively back down
refolding in
for...

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At first it's just a glance or two
Then a blush before you knew
What was going on
Denial begins to dawn.

There is no way 
That I could be gay…
But that girl is so pretty
She looks so soft, pity
That I like guys
It's the look in the eyes
Beneath her...

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Hold me,

And don’t judge me please.

I am your love,
I am your seed.

Created by you,
Molded differently.

How much more could our connection be?Art

Ready for Display,
Waiting to be pressed firmly.

Twirling with Irony.
Dancing through stick and stones,

Am I your love?
I am your seed.

Created with Energy,
Our connection soon to be.

Love...

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