#lgbtq poetry

[merschdtyisha]

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[dianneking]

This is for all the ones that were told "It's just a phase"

This is for all the femmes who were told to "man up"

This is for all the mascs who were told to "be more ladylike"

This is for the "they/them is only plural"

For being told our love is innatural

This is for the stares

This is for the subtle jabs

For the uncomfortable family dinners

For the fear of coming out

For not feeling right in the shoes society tells you to fit.

I see you.

I am so proud of you

We are one and infinite

We are Pride.

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[poemsillneversend]

In another life, we’ll stay up all night together.

We’ll manage our lives together seamlessly.

We’ll clean on Saturday mornings so we can enjoy the rest of the weekend.

I’ll make the coffee and pick out an album for us to jam out to.

You’ll sing along to our favorite songs while making pancakes.

We’ll laugh and dance and you’ll use the batter-covered whisk as a pretend microphone.

We’ll finish cleaning up after breakfast, and I’ll join you in the shower.

We’ll scrub each others backs, and make out while rinsing off under the hot water.

You’ll follow me back to bed, the bed you freshly made with clean sheets just hours ago.

We’ll make a mess of it and make it up again.

You’ll tuck in the corners.

We’ll spend the afternoon at the library.

I’ll pack a picnic and you’ll read your old favorite books to me.

I’ll kiss you in the dusty History section, and when I think no one is looking,

I’ll touch and tease you some more.

You’ll take me to the bathroom and lock the door because you want me so bad

You just can’t wait any longer.

We’ll get caught and almost get thrown out and we’ll run away laughing.

I’ll drive us home, but maybe I’ll stop somewhere secluded first

And touch you just how you like it, from the safety of the backseat.

In another life, we’re so fucking good together.

I’ll hold you when you need to cry,

you’ll make me a hot cup of tea when I forget how to take care of myself.

We’ll cook dinner together.

I’ll wash the dishes and you’ll put them away.

I’ll clean and cut up fruits and vegetables to snack on.

You’ll motivate me to be good to myself when I don’t feel like it.

We’ll remind each other to take our vitamins and meds.

I’ll make you a smoothie when you don’t feel like eating.

You’ll tell me I’m beautiful when I don’t recognize my own reflection.

I’ll tell you you’re worth the world, because you are.

I’ll sweep the floors so you can mop.

I’ll do the laundry and you’ll mow the lawn.

When we’re both having a bad day,

We’ll let each other be as grouchy as we need to without judgement.

You’ll kiss me when I can’t make myself get out of bed.

I’ll gently play with your hair when you can’t sleep.

I’ll say something careless on occasion and you’ll be rightfully upset.

We’ll both feel guilty.

I’ll shut down and you’ll implode.

You’ll call me out and I’ll get defensive.

I’ll take way too long to process and understand my feelings as well as yours,

And you’ll get tired of explaining it to me and eventually give up.

You’ll feel invalidated and I’ll feel confused.

We’ll work through it and try not to hurt each other again,

Even though we both know it’ll happen again anyways.

We’ll grow to resent each other in new ways.

In another life, maybe we’re still no good for each other.

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[thatsimplepoet]

Longing

there is nothing quite like

the longing you feel

when you can’t wrap your arms

around the person you love

my hands ache

to be running through their hair

as we lay talking

at all hours of the night

every moment with them

is now

my most precious memory

-ree

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[worldclassdisaster]

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[softsweetwhispers]

I bought a neapolitan ice cream, candy pink and vanilla bean white and oak brown, a perfect scoop of tooth-achy goodness, topped with a bright red cherry. My hands, one wrapped around the crispy waffle cone, the other wrapped around you, fingers clinging to your arm. You pulled back, but I didn’t let go, stumbling a clumsy dance into your arms. 

I gasped as the ice cream, teetering dangerously in my hand, nearly got squished into your coat. You laughed, loud and unapologetic, even at the looks of others. Let them look, I thought, for their eyes don’t matter as long as yours is on me. 

You finally relented and curled yourself around me. Your arm snaked around my waist, and a warmth like no other spread across me. I could feel it through the cold material of your jacket, through the flurry of angel white falling from the sky, through the numbing temperature of my dessert. 

You bent down your head and grabbed the maraschino cherry, all without letting go of me. Your white teeth scraped against the juicy red and you peered up at me. I wanted to kiss you, fruit and all, just to see the heat rush to your cheeks. To see them turn the color of, well – cherries. 

Instead, I smiled. That you don’t know how much you mean to me smile. That I would buy a hundred icecreams if it meant seeing you like this smile. That I wanna be that cherry smile.

| k. - @nosebleedclub x. maraschino cherries

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[ace-and-ink]

the collar and leash

ties me to you

because you insist that blood never could

orphaned war hound puppy on the side of the road

father’s eyes

mother’s teeth

makes some sort of savage out of me

with a mouth full of blood

they pin me the monster

and knowing nothing else

i tell them they’re right

hands over my mouth

loose fangs in their palms

poise nicely

sit pretty

legs crossed and hands folded

take the food gently like a good little beast

for i am a dangerous thing

or so i’ve spent my life being told

- and who can trust the words

that roll off the tongue of a creature

so i nod and say the same -

so i must be tame and go only where i’m lead

and keep my head down

as there’s little difference between

smiling and baring my teeth

— the nature of predators

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[milkandhoneyfemme]

Yes, I’d love you if you were a worm.

But we both know that’s not really what you’re asking.

I know you feel unlovable, like you’re going to lose me at any second. Not big enough here, not small enough there. Not strong enough. Not rich enough. Not healthy enough.

I’d love you if you were a worm. And I’d also love you if you were fat, or skinny, or had muscles the size of the moon. If the only wedding ring you could afford was a daisy tied around my finger, I’d still marry you. If you haven’t gotten up in days because the weight of your world keeps you pinned to our bed, I’d do the laundry and make you dinner. And if you were sick, I’d still love you.

I’d love you if you were a worm, and I’d love you if you were just the way you are.

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[sapphic-wings]

“can i kiss you?”

you were not made to do things messy. you were not built for mistakes; to keep trying again and again—if it’s wrong the first time, it will never be right. you don’t know how to try with someone. not like this.

you are volatile. you are dangerous. the push and pull of the tide resides in your chest; your father’s anger and your mother’s spite. your emotions quick to surge, quick to bite, quick to hurt. (quick to run away.)

their hand is warm in your palm. warm and soft and so easily breakable. the last beautiful thing you held was crushed in a blurry panic. you hold them gently. so gently. you were not made to be gentle.

their eyes are warm and dark and pleading and you have never seen anything so bright and beautiful. (it burns.)

you will inevitably hurt them. you were not meant to be looked at like this, like a treasure, a comfort. your hand trembles in theirs.

it was not supposed to happen this way. you were never meant to find someone who actually stayed. someone so perfect. someone bathed in light.

they refused to leave. you couldn’t bear it if they did, even if you don’t deserve them. they plant their light somewhere deep in your soul.

you would rather self-destruct than destroy them.

your eyes are reflected in theirs. yours are desperate, pleading, scared. still, you like your eyes better, reflected in theirs. (the burning subsides.)

they hold your hand just as gently. as if they’re afraid to shatter you, as much as you fear shattering them.

they breathe with the rise and fall of your chest, move with the push and pull of your tide. they listen to your father’s anger, break through your mother’s spite, catch you if you try to run.

you can’t deny them anything. even if it is messy and dangerous and wild and must be tried over and over again. you can’t deny them anything.

“please do.”

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[pertinentpostmortem]

i am always the poet, never the poem.

i want to be loved as i love others:

all the way, filling their cups to the brim.

but they just take,

and take, and take,

and don’t bother to pour into mine—

i am taken for granted

time and time again.

i love selflessly, never asking for more

than what they give.

i have made them my reality

in every world i weave

with words, with imagination;

but to them, i am just a dot of an i—

the cross of a t;

i am nothing but a quick line

in the sea of letters and words.

i am always the poet, never the poem.

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[lavenderviolin]

One day I’ll marry you, I promise..

Out in that old apple orchard,

To a song on an acoustic guitar,

Surrounded by those who never judged -

Not even for a second -

The love I felt for you.

I’ll kiss you underneath that old tree,

The first place we met those years ago,

And we’ll spend the evening singing

All those old songs from your childhood.

Dancing in that old barn,

Until we’re all worn out.

And then I’ll hold you to my chest,

Promise again to never leave you

Or forget the best moment of my life.

Using the waltz to pull you closer,

Holding me so softly;

Your arms around my waist.

~LV

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[poemsillneversend]

I couldn’t sleep so I watched a movie and it made me think of you.

Forbidden romantic connection

Secret emotional affair,

Scandalous love letters that could inspire anyone to run away together.

And I thought of you.

I feel just as passionately about our affair.

I wish you could tell me you feel the same as I do.

There was one quote that really stuck with me,

“I’m afraid to love you.

I’m afraid that if I let myself go, I’d love you so much it would consume me.

And I fear that once I cease to be a novelty, you might tire of me.”

And all I can think is three wishes for us.

I wish you could let me love you.

I wish you could let yourself love me.

I wish I could let myself love you.

I let myself imagine that we might run away together one day.

In another universe maybe we would if we could.

That’s the danger of love that makes you feel brand new.

It’s so addicting it makes you dream of what could be.

If things were only a little different.

Maybe we’d never tire of each other.

Maybe we’d both feel consumed with love.

Maybe we’ll never know.

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[bones-ivy-breath]

I seem to have reached the edge, a point of self-annihilation, and I’m turning into something new.

Fever 7-12 by Osvaldo Bossi (tr. Jon Herring)

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[dreamsofanenbysapphic]

#queer poetry #poetry #found poetry #lgbtq poetry #spilled ink #nebula writes #reposting bc i figured out i had my settings set to not show my posts in the tags #written march 26 2023 #description in alt text

[idealisedaleks]

Good morning ma’am, and sir-

Sorry, this is slightly awkward-

Unfortunately, we regret to inform you there is an angry young man living in your house.

Yes, and he has killed your daughter.

No, the other daughter. The eldest.

Yes, that’s right. There is an angry young man living in your house who has taken your eldest daughter’s place.

We’re very sorry.

No, there’s not much we can do.

No ma’am, we don’t know where he came from.

Very sad, we are so sorry for your loss.

I don’t know, can you support him financially?

Lend him the space, should he need it?

Yes well, do your best, that’s all you can do.

Thank you, have a good day ma’am. And you, sir.

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