Lgbtq Poems
Chapstick
by Teo Luchin
There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
......
Promise
by Teo Luchin
“Only kiss me on my forehead,
if you're trying to make me yours."
A gentle sterness in your voice.
A soft command that echoes.
Is it a dare or a boundary?
I still can't decide.
And now here you are, wrappen in nights emrace.
As I see myself leaning in.
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Back to Me
by Callie Hayes
It's crazy how
sadness is painful.
As I'm feeling it now,
It's more than just my soul.
Did I do this to myself?
Are you the cause?
Could it be something else?
Or nothing at all?
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Sexuality~
by Midnight Stars
L esbian
G ay
B isexual
T ransgender
Q ueer
I'm a part of this community!
I say I'm Bisexual but I honestly have no clue.
I might be a lesbian but that may not be true.
Pansexual? Something I threw on the table I know.
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02/11/17
by Lee Grabbe
Not an inch of your cold estate will be left untouched by this lighter fluids fluid fingers it'll creep inside your bitter, biting bones and clean my very name from such an unworthy tongue. These searing fingers whom will be doused by your alligator tears no more, will replace my own and ignite every memory met more by wires then our own flesh. These links will burn brighter then Santa Monica, Ojai and riverside combined. They'll burn into oblivion, until such titillating details have lost their appeal. There will be nothing left in my wake but a course and unrefined lot of searing ash. Complimentary was once agreed yet the term has never been so clear. I see now your flesh has never matched my festering lesions no matter how metaphoric. I will never burn again.
-01/22/18
Unrequited Love
by Micko Micko
Oh, cut me loose from these chains of love,
My mind is numb and my heart is broken,
To you I am a stranger, to me you are the only love of my life,
The girl of my dream in my dreams,
You have become my daily routine, my dose,
I'll let my mind be consumed by what it desires the most,
Have I ever crossed your mind?
Oh, cut me loose from these chains of love.
Chapstick
by Teo Luchin
There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
......
Promise
by Teo Luchin
“Only kiss me on my forehead,
if you're trying to make me yours."
A gentle sterness in your voice.
A soft command that echoes.
Is it a dare or a boundary?
I still can't decide.
And now here you are, wrappen in nights emrace.
As I see myself leaning in.
......
Tres mujeres me han amado.
by Otra Chokotorta
Tres mujeres me han amado.
Tras el encanto, el desencanto, el amor y el desamor,
me queda el olor de su piel cuando duermen.
Verlas dormir tranquilas a mi lado.
¿Qué más me queda?
Me queda la suavidad de su piel acariciando la mía.
Mis manos recorriendo sus piernas, mis manos apretando las suyas.
La sonrisa devuelta aun cuando no era esperada.
Sigo escarbando en mi mente, rescatando memorias sensoriales.
Acordándome de sus labios tocando los míos.
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Blanca la Luna.
by Otra Chokotorta
Blanca la Luna.
Blancas sus manos.
Blancas sus piernas.
Blancos y redondos sus ocultos glúteos.
Blanca, blanca, casi translúcida.
A veces colorada, a veces rubia, pero siempre blanca.
Rojas sus mejillas, rojas casi fuego.
Rojas como su mirada de deseo.
Rojos como sus labios entreabiertos.
Roja su piel, temporalmente, ante mi tacto.
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