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jellysshitpoems · 1 month

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No title - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)

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achromecoveredclone · 2 months

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I cannot describe how much I hate homophobia. It's so viscerally upsetting. It destroys relationships. It destroys hearts. It destroys people. It hurts me.

I can't look at the line where the clouds touch the sky. It's raining outside. There's rain on my cheeks. Don't worry about me.

I miss her. She misses me. Her mum hates it. My dad hates it too.

It destroys relationships. It destroys hearts. It destroys people. It hurts me.

First time I really noticed it, she looked at me and told me that I was prettier than anything else in the world. My cheeks hurt.

I miss her. She misses me. Her mum made her call me. My dad rolls his eyes.

It destroys relationships. It destroys hearts. It destroys people. It hurts her.

I remember when I put on my favourite song. We looked up at the stars and she kissed me. It was better than anything else. It was inexperienced. It was indescribable. It was incredible.

I miss her. She misses me. Her mum made her end it. My dad heard me describe it.

She cried down the phone and the tears flooded my own eyes. I couldn't stop crying. I can't stop liking her. I can't. I can't. I won't. I can't.

I cannot describe how much I hate homophobia. It's so viscerally upsetting. It destroys relationships. It destroys hearts. It destroys people. It hurts us.

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plantaste · 3 months

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E eu te entendi, mais pelos teus silêncios que pelos teus discursos.

Yo.

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dented-spraypaint-can · 5 months

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That one time in your bed you asked me

If I'd still love you if you were a worm.

I'd still love you if you were a centipede

(Which would be several times worse)

Not because I like these creatures

But because you looked at me with that smile

And replied to the thought of becoming worthless

Low and terrifying

With "all the more arms to love you with."

In that moment I wished I was a worm,

With all the more hearts to love you with

Like one just isn't enough.

We'd be the best little bugs.

You'll always be beautiful.

If we were bugs I wouldn't be writing this

Where there should be calculus notes

Mumbling to my GPA that I have goddamn priorities.

Thinking about beetles and deer

"Regrettably ignoring your laugh under the pine trees

Which stretch up to the sky with emerald arms"

Arms like yours in my hoodie

Reaching out to take my hand

To insist on having the crumpled scrawled poems that barely make sense

Less sense than god not letting us be bugs.

Poem by T

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thecringepoet · 1 month

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you allow me to feel my humanity,

i feel a soul inside of me;

growing stronger with each shared moment.

pull me back to my reality,

as i have been drowning in technicalities,

a reality of immaturity,

a reality in which nothing has to be real.

please pull me back to you,

as i feel myself falling astray,

pull at this loose string;

though it is a temporary comfort.

i will allow myself to succumb to this temporary love.

march 11 2024 6:05pm

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pantherafool · 10 months

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i long for hands that will hold me like clay being molded into pottery. hands that will not throw me out when i crack in the kiln. hands that will treasure me even with distasteful cracks and fractures. eyes of the loveliest dark brown and hair the color of the sand that i run along on rare occasions. a voice with the most earnest laughter and calming words. words that reassure me that i am not going back to what i was. i am healing pottery formed by the most beautiful artist.

— a poet's words about an artist

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trans-writes · 1 year

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seven deadly sins-- r.a.b. 02/01/2023

transcript below the cut

i. pride

the angels know our names and they are singing. they are singing for us. i cannot hear them over the sound of your breathing, but i know what they sound like when i lay my head against your chest. gabriel and michael sneak glances in the heavens but they have nothing on us, my love, wrapped around each other as we are, our butterfly fingers fluttering to and fro, your serpent tongue whispering in my ear. i can resist everything but temptation— everything but you. is this what adam felt? you are the snake and you are the fruit and you are the one pressing it to my lips, and my mouth is open wide. they can say what they want, but we know the truth. we are nothing less than holy. the angels sing for us.

ii. greed

if you give a sinner an inch, he’s going to want a mile. if you give me a moment of your time, i’ll ask for your eternity, and you say it’s mine but i will always want more. i’ll go to the bank and take the teller’s head, take out a loan of years and weeks with my sanity as collateral. you tell me to stop worrying, live in the moment, and when you kiss me i forget to wish for more. thirty kisses from your silver tongue has me on my knees, and when you lower yourself to my level i’ll kiss your cheek and murmur hail, master through the night.

iii. lust

this is the body of christ, broken for you. i tremble on my knees in prayer, in worship, and my salvation is handed down through your fingertips and all the places where we touch. drink to me only with thine eyes, and teeth, and tongue, and every inch you’ll give, and i will beg with mine. i bite my lips until i taste wine. this is the blood of christ, shed for you. look around, look around— everything the light touches is our’s, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these— the young and the broken and the begging, the desperate and the doomed. i am sick, beloved, lay your hands on me and make me well

iv. envy

adam and eve lay curled in eden, tangled together beneath the fig tree. we watch from just outside the gates, from just inside the shadows. look how the light shines on them. look at their peace. boys and girls flaunt themselves in the streets— look at us, we are holy— and the angels sing for them. there are no stones to crush their wings, for them no wine-dark stains on their perfect pretty skin. we watch from outside the gates, from behind the windows, from inside all the safe places. they know nothing of divinity.

v. gluttony

i sit at the table in the presence of mine enemies but all i see is you. my cup runneth over and i gulp it down until i choke but still i do not stop. starving boys know nothing of moderation, do nothing in half measures. i am dizzy and drunk on the warmth of you, full on your breath and your touch and your taste, but i am empty and i am bottomless and my hunger is insatiable. come closer, darling, please, for you are plenty and i am so very hungry.

vi. wrath

i trace the scars down your back from lions’ maws and scorners’ stones and i know the burn of righteous fury. i let it linger and i begin to braid. i am clearing the temple and burning it down because there is nothing holy in the pain they gave you but that it was yours. cruelty was not born in us, but how long can we last before that which we were forced to swallow swallows us? they flinch from us like lepers. from our touch, from the sight of us. i meet their gaze as i take your hand and when they shield their children’s eyes i laugh. sharp and bitter. they cover the children’s ears.

vii. sloth

idle hands are the devil’s workshop, so i busy mine with you, your hair and hands and hips, an entire world at my fingertips. sunlight streams through the open window and tangles itself in your pillow-crimped hair and for a second, my love, i’d swear you have a halo. it suits you. a dove lands on the sill with an olive branch and a sender’s card signed everything, everything, everything. breathe easy, it says, rest well, and who are we to disobey? somewhere far off a bell tolls, and we are lost before it ends in the quiet comfort of peace, peace, at last.

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creatrackers · 1 year

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“I want to tell you this story without being in it:”

The Torn-Up Road // Richard Siken’s Crush

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fuxcked · 1 year

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I hope I crawl through your brain like a fungus

And i poison EVERYTHING.

I want my arms to reach every deep dark crevice of your mind

Squeezing toxins into your synapses and soaking up every ounce of serotonin sitting in your cerebellum

I hope I travel from cervical to sacral

And you feel me EVERYWHERE

in your fists

In your throat

In the tension of your muscles

I.

Hope.

You.

Feel.

Me.

As the heat

And the knots

And the rigidity in your jaw

I hope I break teeth

And burn the skin of every lover you caress

And that the boiling blood pumping through your chest reminds you of me

-the last of us

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bikeboyblues · 2 years

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i wanna kiss you under the mistletoe. it sounds so cheesy but i do. i wanna kiss you at midnight on new years, drowning out the whole world but us. i wanna hold your hand as we walk down cold winter streets, taking care not to slip. we do anyways. and we laugh. your wonderful laugh. it warms my heart more than any tea or fire ever could.

i wanna spend the holidays with you. i wanna be domestic and cook and bake together. i wanna give you the gifts that really matter. and silly ones too. ones that'll sit on your desk for years to come, or ones that'll stay neatly tucked away in our collection of memories.

i dunno. i guess i'm a bit of a romantic.

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the-sappho-of-lesbos · 1 year

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Source: Out Of The Box: Contemporary Australian Gay And Lesbian Poets, Edited by Michael Farrell and Jill Jones

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jellysshitpoems · 10 days

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Lover, my Love. - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)

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ekajawgisewm · 4 months

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Love's Replay.

A poem about my millionth crush on a straight guy.

Do you remember

when you told me;

“Some people aren’t good

for your mental health.”?

God, I should’ve listened to you.

I should’ve known how this would end.

I’ve lived this story a million times.

But, some way, some how,

I always end up

with my eyes

glued to a stupid boy,

watching his eyes

glued to a stupid Arsenal match,

wishing he talked about me

the way he talks about stupid footballers.

~Ekaj.A~

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finalboyy · 2 years

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God Cannot Stop a Lion by Jude B. @finalboyy

A poem I wrote in response to anti trans legislation.

[Text ID: Those like you Those like me Whose bodies hold a clarity Calloused hands and weathered skin Pious flesh and tender sin Creation myth, you’re my twin They say Eve was made out of Adam’s rib I think we came from something holier Something made from the soot and soil That knows of love and all its toil Of salted rocks and ancient waves In self-construction, we are saved We are born anew We are flint to fire Rock on stone Beware of dog You’re in our home Kick me as a mutt then, and I’ll bare my teeth too Treat me like an animal, go on I dare you I will eat you raw and lick up the carnage You think we’re sick and metamorphic I’m telling you we’re prehistoric Blinding light, the sun's first rise Fallen corpse, with sacred flies Lead to gold, And Water to wine I belong to me, My body’s mine You can only dream of such alchemy Your lies and malice, you begin to rise in Be careful Daniel, God cannot stop a lion / End ID]

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september-poetry · 3 months

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forest of stars

the way your skin looks in the light

the way it becomes a galaxy

a warm-toned sky of constellations

there's an invulnerability to your touch

the comfort of being held

so hold me my dear

and dont let me go

your eyes are a deciduous tree

a fallen hero of decaying leaves

achilles of the forest

let me lace your combat boots to keep you safe

the ephemeral nature of falling in love mimics the heat death of my heart

the river styx in my veins

unbreakable yet fragile

an experience of contradictions

an effervescent breath

ive fallen into a nebula

a creation of vulnerability and the death of being alone

a metamorphosis of being loved by someone

into being loved by the self

15 / 01 / 23

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plantaste · 11 months

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Sinto em dizer que, estou deixando você, não posso me contentar com suas migalhas de afeto.

Yo.

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