Coming Out Poems

Renee Vivien English Translation of her 'Coming Out' poem

Renee Vivien English Translation

Words to My Love
by Renée Vivien
translation by Michael R. Burch

This is Vivien’s “coming out” poem, although the term wasn’t coined until many years after Vivien’s death. The poem was written about forbidden love to a girlfriend and lover. 

Please understand me: an unusual creature,
not so very good, or bad; perhaps a bit

The Spider

In the hushed embrace of night, a weaver emerges from the shadows.
With delicate grace, it spins threads of lunar albedo into a tapestry,
a silent symphony of whispers. Each filament an extension of itself,
an intricate dance of identity yet unspoken.
As the loom of darkness deepens, this weaver labours on, tirelessly crafting
connections that glisten like dew-kissed strands

Nine Shorts - Net, Daseot, Yeoseot

Coming Out
Comfort and meaning can be found
In the draping of rainbow flags
And the joyous stupor of marching
Alongside understanding strangers.
Absolved of the sin of lying,
She now stands free.
A new kind of love blooms within her,
Big as a bright yellow sunflower
And purer than Alpine snow.



Anxiety
Breathe in, breathe out.
The crawling of the skin is real,
Repelled by the way
Prying

Her

It was nearly summer break, 
 We met as she bumped into me. 
She fell and I helped her up,
That was only the beginning.

We spent summer together,
Being with her, it just felt right.
A thought invaded my mind,
I couldn’t help but think “Kiss her.”

It caught me off guard a bit,
Girls shouldn’t kiss other girls, right? 
Wouldn’t

Swimming Lessons

no need for publicity. for praise. for the approval of my more popular friends. 

its a quiet kind of yearning, a lurch in my chest that is barely containable. 

the desire for a rainy day, the house to ourselves, for cold, sock-less feet on the kitchen floor, and for drawn blinds. 

a real desire. a

Coming Out Party

An active adolescent auld adored
before bipolar behavior began,
articulating anger all abhorred,
became Beelzebub’s best boogeyman.

Called clergy congregated, confident,
discerning deep down, devilish divide;
collectively cajoled - concomitant
deemed demonic delivery denied.

Extinguishing exorcism’s effect,
(for fiendish foe, ferocious, fiercely fought)
escaping existentially erect,
found friars’ faith faint-hearted, fairly fraught.

Gregarious, ghost gracious greeting graunts;
hereupon, his holy harassers haunts.

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graunt - an archaic spelling of grant

alliteration

Coming Out of the Pain

I am a fractured cat
thin as sleet, nails for a brain.
There's a place to find
to get out of this pain.
Dragging myself out of the rain
letting a drenched door swing open
rubbing every naked nerve
over a prayer-mat,
finding a corner to dry
unshed tears.
I'm a gaunt spook-eyed tiger
and tigers eat the hurt, devoid
of self-pity or stripes.

Coming Out of the Darkness

Being in the darkness,
The void of nothing,
Sitting alone,
In the black of night.
Where are my angels, my saviors?
Hearing voices in my head,
Maybe they're outside the box!
The box that keeps me prisoner.
I dream of the sun,
The sun of pure light,
Of the future that gives me hope.
All I see is darkness,
The blackness of my soul,
I feel the fear

That's the Way We Do It

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

Coming Out of Darkness

As I fumble thru the darkness,
Year after year wondering if I will,
Ever find my true love.
I see a piercing blinding light,
And in the distance I see,
The silhouette of a woman.
As I walk closer I can see your smile,
And I finally realize you are,
What I've been searching for.
A love so pure and so bright,
You will guide

Coming Out

Coming Out
By Jan Beaumont ©

I may very well start a new diet 
I think it's a good thing to do
Let's face it, I've been a bit naughty
And my figure is showing it too!

The trouble is, which one to follow?
Each one of them's worked in the past
The only thing is, for the program to work
You've got to

This Truth of Mine

As a child, I learned that life is cruel
And justice is blind
My loving family filled with secrets and care
All I ever wanted 
A love to call my own
A place to be unafraid of my surroundings 
Why am I ever denied
Leaving scars on my heart
All I ever needed was a love that is real
To never feel

Coming Out

Fluttering Blue Banners
Pink & White long behind
Hidden under the tiles, an adder
Teeth sharp as rock we’ll surely find

Large smiles and new energy
So young blooms breathe fresh air
Into lungs defeated by entropy
Feeding grins once diminished by a glare

How music lulls us sweetly 
In morning, in night, in rest
How the poisons kill deftly
And we ignore symptoms for

I Am Your Son

I am your son
Why don’t you see me?
I am your son
Know God said love reigns?
You can put me in a dress,
Wrap me up in femininity
But I am still your son
And if you think that you know
Better, I ask you honestly
To consider why you have such defense
Against truth, my intuition
And I know that you crave understanding
But

I'm Coming Out

I'm coming out of the closet today
barking it out to the universe
to liberate my gem from the clay.

I'M a...HETEROSEXUAL male!
I find women to be a fabulous creation
I want to dance, converse and sing with them
I'd like to make love to the souls of most of them-

I'm a proud HETEROSEXUAL male and not afraid to say

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