Lgbt Poems - Poems about Lgbt

An ultimatum stood at my door And greeted me so fondly To the tune of my thumping heartbeat. "Live as I seem or die as I am" The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones- Sick with grief and mourning Of a life never lived, A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man- Not man-soon-to-be,...

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I drank the blood. Shuffled up to the altar, pearly white shoes scraping over faded white tile dirtied by the footsteps of countless sinners. (I knew, even then, that that same grime already claimed my soul.) I accepted the golden chalice with shaking hands and brought it ever so gently to my lips. It tasted like poison, but I drank...

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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 to kiss you. so unsure of yourself in your sentences out of...

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Never so scared Chains on my chest Can't hear me Help Help I am exposed I will be hurt So obvious So vulnerable Panicking Shutting down Can't shut down Have to go onstage Can't go onstage Shutting down Can't shut down Have to go onstage Can't go onstage Shutting down One hour twenty minutes left Please help Please help I'm stuck I need my binder I left it at home...

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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...

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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...

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You said I fall in love too quickly, and id have to say you're right. Sometimes I just look in her eyes, and everything feels right. To me she's like cars to a road, what the sand is to a shore, to me she's not just a person, she's much much more. I keep it as a secret, I wonder what they'd say. Its...

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Missy the ladybug is perfect being alone her mother however is bothered that she is still at home Missy does her part she always pays her rent yet momma is still not happy until another man's house she's sent but Missy has a secret to her mother she dare not tell like her older brother Missy likes lady lady bugs as well...

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Lord, please have mercy. Lord, please have mercy on us Father Christ, please have mercy. Father Christ please have mercy on us Lord, please have mercy. Lord, please have mercy on us Father Christ, graciously hear us. Father Christ graciously hear us Eternal God, the Eternal Father in heaven, please have mercy on us Eternal God, the Eternal Son...

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Bring it up. Shove it down. Hate, accept, hate, accept, hate again. This can't be me. ...could it be? Not fully female, not fully something else. Slowly changing, never the same. She/her? I guess that's fine. They/them? Maybe sometimes. What is it? Do I want to know? When I learn the answer, will it be something impossible? Something hateful? Something I could never be? I guess...

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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...

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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 that would produce uneasy “oh”s or disapproving “how could that...

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No matter how much you hide us from your shadow These seven bended glints called rainbow will keep illuminating with it's vibrant glow Till darkness fades and freedom comes to many not only to few....

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Ancient tales slashed our vineyard, We were the bloodshed of love... Cupid fleshed our hearts. Austere eyesights. Fierce catch upon your mark, Am your prey in the love arena... I escort this frugal lover. His achillean personality enchants every man, I am the residue of my manhood... Close the cishet doors, Let the cue tip-off, You will be my man besides the...

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somehow I'm falling for you i cant afford to be broken again its the small things you do the way you look out the window when its raining i love they way you get excited over new books i think you have the sweetest face i don't know how acceptable its going to be I'm a little scared to take a risk last...

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