Gay Poems
Kermit and Elmo are gay lovers, and they get into a life of crime.
by Civl 12346
They used to boink ‘till she oink.
Now she wanna divorce;
Steal all the money from his bank,
And saddle up a different horse.
Kermit starin’ down a pistol point
Blank, head empty, sit and think.
His heart sank.
He just wants a baddie with which to get jiggy.
He don’t want no Pay Piggy.
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Unadulterated and Unapologetic
by Chloe Foster
They tell me homosexuality is a sin,
And what am I supposed to say,
When her pacific eyes attract to me,
Like night attracts to day
They tell me not to give in,
But how could I resist,
When golden brown sugar,
Gracefully falls from her lips
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This is not a love poem
by Benjamin Castle
This is not a love poem
My soulmate, you met him
He made me who i am
He turned me into a man.
This is just the laws of attraction
Making fool of me
A strange infatuation
Breaking me down to my knees.
Every little piece of my life you collected
Felt like you had started
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The garden of our love
by Matteo Guidi
Queer love, difficult to define,
blooms like the garden's reddest rose, Facing the sun like a sunflower,
yet a roller coaster in repose.
It thrives even in desiccated soil,
its growth feels like magic, pure. Yearning for your love's company,
a longing, a wanting so sure.
When apart,
it feels like a piece of yourself has gone astray, Awaiting the laughter of your soulmate,
your partner, every day.
A glimpse, a sound, that will never come,
......
The Hunter and the Moon
by Author Reinvented
The hunter, Orion, was hungry one day,
So he took a bite of the moon,
Washed it down with some of the milky way,
Using the little dipper as a spoon.
The bear Ursa Major went free that night,
And her little cub too,
And the hunter, Orion, gambled and played
And drank with the man on the moon.
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Kermit and Elmo are gay lovers, and they get into a life of crime.
by Civl 12346
They used to boink ‘till she oink.
Now she wanna divorce;
Steal all the money from his bank,
And saddle up a different horse.
Kermit starin’ down a pistol point
Blank, head empty, sit and think.
His heart sank.
He just wants a baddie with which to get jiggy.
He don’t want no Pay Piggy.
......
the repressed
by norman rockwell"No matter when I recall the times of my youth, I remembered how I craved death in full desperation. For even if my lungs were to breathe air and my core were to beat faster, they ignored me as if I were a corpse lying on the ocean floor, consumed by creatures of those who settle on the salty waters. They watched me rot; my parents did. Yet, what's unfortunate is that I lived."
Continue readingThe garden of our love
by Matteo Guidi
Queer love, difficult to define,
blooms like the garden's reddest rose, Facing the sun like a sunflower,
yet a roller coaster in repose.
It thrives even in desiccated soil,
its growth feels like magic, pure. Yearning for your love's company,
a longing, a wanting so sure.
When apart,
it feels like a piece of yourself has gone astray, Awaiting the laughter of your soulmate,
your partner, every day.
A glimpse, a sound, that will never come,
......
Unadulterated and Unapologetic
by Chloe Foster
They tell me homosexuality is a sin,
And what am I supposed to say,
When her pacific eyes attract to me,
Like night attracts to day
They tell me not to give in,
But how could I resist,
When golden brown sugar,
Gracefully falls from her lips
......
The Hunter and the Moon
by Author Reinvented
The hunter, Orion, was hungry one day,
So he took a bite of the moon,
Washed it down with some of the milky way,
Using the little dipper as a spoon.
The bear Ursa Major went free that night,
And her little cub too,
And the hunter, Orion, gambled and played
And drank with the man on the moon.
......
