#pride poetry

[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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[poetryorchard]

🤠 @nashira here kicking it off with our first Pride workshop, and what better theme in the face of 🐘💩 than this?

We'll read poems exploring liberation, resilience, and rage.

All are welcome; allies encouraged to support!

Sign up here!

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[finalboyy]

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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[maryhall]

in 2013, i was thirteen

and the internet spoke

it said i couldn’t be me

because i was too young

to really know.

so i convinced myself

that i was someone im not

and for seven years i lied

to myself and to everyone 

that i was straight.

in 2018, i was eighteen

and the internet spoke

i was now old enough

to know my self.

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[trashypoemsbyscar]

the girl I could not love

she is the sea but I do not swim

so I admire her from afar as if drawn by tides and pulled by currents but I am fearful of the waves

I do not wish to drown.

(I would. drown, that is. I would plunge and never resurface, lose myself washed over and away by the ocean)

so I stand on the shore - salt in my lungs and sand in my heart - isolated on this beach

alone on the island, in love with the sea

--scar--

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[lovablegf]

to my love; with all of my love

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[sapphireluminescence]

It’s June and I’m thinking about what pride means. Or, what it is when it’s not the gemstone brilliance of people in love when the world might try to shut it down at a moment’s notice, when it's not the steady defiance that comes from being honest to the world about who you are.

I can claim neither kind. It took me a week to stop hiding Loveless in the closet and place it on my bookshelf, and another two to stop angling it so that the spine couldn't be read. I got a black dragon-wing ring and some days that feels a bit like pride, but it comes off before I come home and my heartrate doubles if anyone steps too close to where it rests.

Half of my queer experience has been fear and mourning futures I never had. Living with a lack of attraction when so much is built around experiencing it—sometimes it's lonely, y'know? But somehow, in a world where it feels like we are few and far between, we gravitated towards each other. Our little trio of disaster aspecs, in various stages of questioning and "out," built ourselves a safe haven.

And so, maybe pride can be something quieter, tucked carefully under curled fingers, joy appearing in bright flashes like a magician's coin. Maybe pride is no grand gesture, just the mundanities of knowing and acceptance.

"Fuck you" gets instantly met with "nah" and "please don't" before we all dissolve into giggles—it's a joke that will never grow old.

Someone is telling us how love is the most important thing in the world, at an academic ceremony, of all places; I'm raising my eyebrows at her while she shakes her head back over a sea of intent faces.

I flip through a deck of cards, muttering about how there are no aces, and without missing a beat, he tells me that there are two already in the room.

I think that's all it is, really: the three of us sat on a bedroom floor, debating attraction and playing card games. She’s showing us memes, he’s cracking anti-sex jokes, and I’m making terrible terrible puns. Something warm uncurls itself in my chest, and it is the closest to home I've ever known.

pride | jun 2022 | @nosebleedclub ​

#i'm...a bit late #but i did want to write something for this #and also they're my friends and they mean the world to me #queer pride #pride poetry #queer poetry #aromantic pride #aro pride #asexual pride #ace pride #aromantic #asexual #aroace #aro poetry #aro joy

[atompowers]

When Time is Unlike a Sonnet

being Queer feels dangerous. I dread back to 14 (still dancing, winsome wincing smiles, still queer) when I found the fear. Being here, however, even in this liberal bubble popping shot through near

familiar street corners turning memorials, haunts me, through the lineages of queer kin that existed we who exist, despite deferrals claiming that's enough. To be smudged our color explodes twisted —

like great turning jellyfish swarms thrive catastrophic in the depth and diversity of deepsea oceans weird beauty. Neon frills and fins swim whirlpooling in volta formation found within found family herds

I want to spin and grind, to catch all careening. A love so dangerous. With every queer being.

On this dancefloor from the seafloor in a world/time on fire.

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[insomniac-dot-ink]

I think it’s easy to forget, the past and present are a conversation. However much we seem to walk ahead, ahead, ahead. There is nothing in this world that isn’t haunted. Somewhere we are both remembered and forgotten. There was a woman like me who loved a woman outside of every narrative and bone-exposing hurt.

“They fought so you could walk. They loved each other against the teeth, bared and hungry for their blood.” The road paved by unseen hands, a world clawed open until it wept sunlight into darkness. The triumph was loving each other, against, against.

There is a gentle kind of haunting. We tend to seek the ghosts that frighten us. Framed as bygone bravery vs. the weakness of today. The past of glory and the present of decay. Yet, the past is not always such a lofty thing. They loved each other, yes, but it is not limited to the singular. Why build the path? Why open the sky? History is a conversation. They loved each other,

but us, as well. 

#poetry #poets of tumblr #love poems #pride poetry #spilled ink #I've been trying to capture this current feeling I've had that every wall or appliance band-aid or built thing is a sign we are loved #we focus on the monsters of history but we live among the caretakers that built and created so someone else could be comfortable

[revenantpoet]

- @RevenantPoet

Text Version:

Carmen Cygni

Love conquers all Love wins All you need is love

There are so many phrases Culminating in a single message That love is power Love is righteous Love always overcomes

I disagree

Not because I don’t want to agree Or that I don’t want to be able to open my heart And know it will be safe And happy And cared for and caring For forever and then some

Love sure feels like that, doesn’t it? In that moment of bliss Like a life raft in a storm A calm amidst the chaos Unsinkable Unknowable Unending

And in those quiet moments, maybe that’s true Maybe in those precious seconds Love is unshakable

But the waves around us are giants They are angry They are careless And they crush us Or at least Those like us

We who step outside the lines of the norm Who dare to love outside the boundaries To break that word That framed definition Of what “love” is And build it anew with our own hands Into something more beautiful than imaginable To love ourselves and others Fiercely Wholeheartedly With no shame

It’s the most powerful kind of love Those threads that connect the different The other The ones who shouldn’t love That should be hated That should fight and die Who deserve nothing When compared To those who are “normal”

And who desires that? Who wants this conditional love? This love tied in thorns Designed to bleed you dry If you try to escape

Our love isn’t pretty It isn’t kind Not to us The ones who invest everything in it Who are this love Embodiment of it and bathed in it Diverse and beautiful and ethereal Bathed in the color of life itself As varied as life itself As beautiful as life itself

It terrifies the others Our careless beauty A threat A whisper of change A fire to the thorns that control them Define them In pain and suffering

And they take those sharp edges Their own restraints And tear us apart In all of our splendor Destroying all that makes us Us

After all They want normalcy And we may love differently We love what they said is forbidden Rotten Wrong Lovely Colorful Different

But we All Bleed Red

Love is beautiful Love is patient and kind Love will show you things New things You never thought possible In yourself In the world In everything

But it is not a shield that will protect us

This beautiful love Cupped in my hands Is more fragile than any glass Even though it shines so brightly Refracting the world into a rainbow

It’s cracked And it’s been shattered Countless times Carefully pieced together again and again Not with glue Not with gold But my own blood and tears My own life not even enough to hold it together

I’ve almost given up— No I have given up Many times Hopeless and lifeless Not having the energy To care To destroy my own Fragile Foolish Heart

But I can’t do that And I don’t want to I never want to forget Even if it would hurt less Because love is weak But it is beautiful It is precious beyond compare It is worth saving

So, no Love does not fight for me Nor does it fight for you Love does not naturally overcome all Not when you’re different When you love wrong When you live wrong When you look wrong

But until my heart slows to a stop While there is still strength In these ancient, tired bones Until my last breath Escapes my lungs And my body collapses My life exhausted While my blood still flows I will fight For a love so beautiful So precious And priceless

It’s worth everything

My brain has been haunted by Vampire in the Garden since I saw it. The overarching themes spoke so deeply to the broken parts of me, so like... all of me lmao. A lot of people have gripes with it, and it's not perfect, but the messages and the earnestness of it spoke deeply to me. And I figured, before Pride's over, might as well try putting some of it to words? 
 I tried to make this split between both Momo and Fine, but man I relate to and love Fine on such a deep level and it definitely slipped through. Anyhow, if someone actually reads this far, I hope you enjoyed, and that all's well on your side of the screen!

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[blossomingasbeth]

PriDeMon

Pride, the ancient vice that dwells within,

A trap for the ego, a path to sin.

Arrogance and hubris, its poisonous allure,

A seductive dance that leaves hearts unsure.

Yet, pride is a virtue, a beacon of light,

A source of strength, an inner fight.

In the face of adversity, we proudly stand,

Defiant and bold, united, hand in hand.

As the rainbow flag unfurls high above,

Pride month arrives, a celebration of love.

Colors vibrant, voices strong and free,

A symphony of diversity for all to see.

Yet, within my own soul, a struggle persists,

Yes, pride can be a demon, its grip hard to resist.

And if arrogance blinds, compassion takes flight,

Leaving a void, where empathy should ignite.

Grandma Beth

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[softsophos]

Well this is... very late. This is for @angelcaswinchester 's 6k Follower Celebration. Congratulations Bex Jasmine! We are the truly lucky ones! I missed the day because I was, ironically, at a wedding, and then I missed the rest of the event and the rest of pride month but here it is! Text and ID under the cut.

[Image ID}: A black background with the text:

It is something so grand and so small It is something so grounded and so precious We can have a house and we can have some kids We can keep the dog and you can have a cat too We can tell sappy tales until our faces turn blue Then I can pull you close and ask "did you know I love you?"

Sweet mundanity didn't need to be made legal Though it's true this too was a crime But no one permitted that first claim on my shoulder And it's our choice to choose us every time

But I've heard it time and again Take the house, kids, and dog slice-of-life Just don't pretend you can have something holy You're just two men who live and die by the knife

But my love My love My Love,

It is something so deep and so calm It is something so eternal and so present We can build a home and we can love our kids We can love our dog and I'll even love your cat too And I've fought God but I've never known something more holy and true So let me be greedy because I think I want to marry you

End of text. The text is in white with words from each line highlighted in rainbow colors to write out:

It is something we can have We can keep until you know I love you

Sweet it's true that first choice

time and again Take something holy live and die by

my love My Love

It is something we can love We can love And something I want

[end ID]

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[captainwaffles]

Why is the worlds obsessed 

With what sort of love I feel

Why is it your business

why do they care 

I don’t even know what love I feel

Is it romantic

Platonic

next sign or something I don’t know

But regardless I can’t feel it

Unless I have a label for it

Emotion so strong

Go on noticed

Because unless you can describe it

No one cares 

#anouther aro ace poem for y’all #captainwaffles #pride month #aro poetry #ace poetry #Aroace poetry #aroace #aro #ace #aromantic #asexuality #original poetry #pride poetry

[abracazabka]

"Your powers are great, are growing. / One day you will create an online personality quiz that also freshens the breath. / The next day you will tell your father, You were wrong to say that I had to change. / To make me promise I would. To make me promise. / & promise."

Chen Chen, Summer (2021)

#just queer poetry that really butters my toast #chen chen #pride poetry

[byronicist]

"a jobless god / a striking god / a hungry god / a fugitive god / an exiled god / an enraged god / a god / who longs / from jail / for a change / in the order / of things / I want a / more godlike / god."

Francisco Alarcón, Prayer (2002)

#quotes #literature #lit #poetry #spilled ink #queer poets #pride poetry #protest poetry #religious poetry #franciso alarcon #modern poetry

[laikacore]

it’s dark inside when the night streams through the window, streetlight chrysalis your eyeburn pink and blue fishnet tights, smudged lipstick on a baby wipe, smiling with all your pretty teeth

you had a good day, didn’t you? happy oh my gd happy to be seen and to see and to be seen and to

over and over. spinning down. rising up

not bile this time. just happiness. just pride.

it’s light inside when the night streams through the curtain, warm happiness spilling out under fridge between cupboards, clattering glasses without malice, a home you never knew

you’re gonna have a good life, i promise that. the warmth doesn’t have to fade even as the stages are taken down and the booths shuttered and the streets swept

it isn’t over. home is here. home is safe

no fear this time

just happiness, just pride by laika wallace

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