Lgbtq Poems
Waning, Waxing
by Goose and Nothing Else
I beg the Moon to guide her to my dreams:
Where Lethe fog casts the past in shades of oblivion,
And I can once more press reverent lips to her damp cheek.
Her skin holds the vivid memory of warmth under my kiss;
I weep.
Come Love, we will forget ourselves
for eternity.
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.
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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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,
......
Angry...But Not
by Callie Hayes
I'm crumpling inside
but there's no reason for me to be.
I need YOU to be mad at me
so I'm no longer stuck.
I've pinned myself to a wall.
A wall of guilt.
A wall of pain and hurt.
A wall of self-hatred.
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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.
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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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