LGBT Poems
#LGBT
LGBT poems, poetry about lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people and culture. Also poetry by those struggling to come to terms with, or questioning their sexuality. You'll also find poems about the LGBT movement, related issues and the oppression some LGBT people face in society.
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if your body was a canvas we would paint hell (w/ Kourtnissixxx)
Paint me in hope
be the arms I need to fall into
before you let me fall
in all the right ways
in all the wrong ways
Was there ever a word
that fell from your lips
that wasn't a lie?
Fuck me senseless
and maybe I'll forget the way
you don't even like me
Fuck me senseless
and maybe I'll forget the way
I don't even like you
Fuck me until I hate myself
for the way you make me weak
Sketch me in despair
shackle me against your chest
so gently I forget to push and pull ...
be the arms I need to fall into
before you let me fall
in all the right ways
in all the wrong ways
Was there ever a word
that fell from your lips
that wasn't a lie?
Fuck me senseless
and maybe I'll forget the way
you don't even like me
Fuck me senseless
and maybe I'll forget the way
I don't even like you
Fuck me until I hate myself
for the way you make me weak
Sketch me in despair
shackle me against your chest
so gently I forget to push and pull ...
#LGBT
#love
#lover
#lust
#sex
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O tell me the truth about love
after Auden
O tell me the truth about love,
the sniggering innuendo,
the all-encompassing desire wrought
upon the aching flesh
and subsequently joked about
by those who've never had to love
or satisfy urges
in darkness and squalor.
O tell me the truth about love,
that seeks intoxicating drink,
replete with what can gratify
the heart until
its chambers bleed again.
The ironic and gay
shall dance across
the chambers of the bleeding heart.
O tell me the truth about love,
if it will come...
O tell me the truth about love,
the sniggering innuendo,
the all-encompassing desire wrought
upon the aching flesh
and subsequently joked about
by those who've never had to love
or satisfy urges
in darkness and squalor.
O tell me the truth about love,
that seeks intoxicating drink,
replete with what can gratify
the heart until
its chambers bleed again.
The ironic and gay
shall dance across
the chambers of the bleeding heart.
O tell me the truth about love,
if it will come...
#emotional
#hurt
#LGBT #love
#LGBT #love
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Tranny/ Woman / Man / Other
I need you
I'm different
I'm your kind of woman
Or not
I'm sexy
That's what guys want
I'm emotional
They don't want that
I'm complicated
Some want that
I'm fucked up
They change the subject
Flesh
Give me your flesh
I'll blow you away
I'm sexy
I'm different
I cry sometimes
Chorus:
He is a she
She is a he
I'm different
SCREAMS
DEAL WITH IT
DEAL WITH IT
DEAL WITH IT
I'm different
I'm your kind of woman
Or not
I'm sexy
That's what guys want
I'm emotional
They don't want that
I'm complicated
Some want that
I'm fucked up
They change the subject
Flesh
Give me your flesh
I'll blow you away
I'm sexy
I'm different
I cry sometimes
Chorus:
He is a she
She is a he
I'm different
SCREAMS
DEAL WITH IT
DEAL WITH IT
DEAL WITH IT
#LGBT
#men
#transgender
#TruthOfLife
#women
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My Boyfriend's Thing

#dirty
#erotic
#gay
#LGBT
#sex
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Role Play
I think about that pretty boy,
The golfer Rory McIlroy,
As you penetrate my behind
And talk trash in ways so unkind.
You keep on, while I daydream,
Until you fill me up with cream;
That's when I echo out "Rory,"
Feeling wet and full of glory.
Then I turn around, and "Oh no,"
I realize it's not Sexy Ro;
Rather, I used you as role play --
Nevertheless, you made my day!
The golfer Rory McIlroy,
As you penetrate my behind
And talk trash in ways so unkind.
You keep on, while I daydream,
Until you fill me up with cream;
That's when I echo out "Rory,"
Feeling wet and full of glory.
Then I turn around, and "Oh no,"
I realize it's not Sexy Ro;
Rather, I used you as role play --
Nevertheless, you made my day!
#dreams
#erotic
#gay
#LGBT
#sex
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A poem for an auburn girl
She's wit and grit
behind large shades,
you felt raw energy
in any room she
walked in, could
give cats a run
for their money
on zoomies
and she wanders
corridors late, bends
herself into strange
shapes, singing out
loud forgetting all
doors were locked
the night before.
behind large shades,
you felt raw energy
in any room she
walked in, could
give cats a run
for their money
on zoomies
and she wanders
corridors late, bends
herself into strange
shapes, singing out
loud forgetting all
doors were locked
the night before.
#LGBT
#symbolism
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Frozen in time
From my bedroom window
I look upon
Hastings castle ruins
The view from my window
The ruins appear as a
Giant sleeping Hermaphrodite
Sculptured in stone
Song:
Head, shoulders, tits, and toes
Tits, and toes
(Repeat once...)
And eyes, and ears
And penis, and nose
Head, shoulders, tits, and toes
Tits, and toes....
by Jemia
I look upon
Hastings castle ruins
The view from my window
The ruins appear as a
Giant sleeping Hermaphrodite
Sculptured in stone
Song:
Head, shoulders, tits, and toes
Tits, and toes
(Repeat once...)
And eyes, and ears
And penis, and nose
Head, shoulders, tits, and toes
Tits, and toes....
by Jemia
#funny
#LGBT
#LifeAsAWriter
#parody
#satirical
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Wildlife
I know it's hard this way
navigating two maps
so differently, living
with a lamb filled
with uncertainty
and a jaguar who
vanishes without
question or reason
but my darling you
always put a smile
on my face, for two
years we have lived
this wildlife many
refuse to recognise.
navigating two maps
so differently, living
with a lamb filled
with uncertainty
and a jaguar who
vanishes without
question or reason
but my darling you
always put a smile
on my face, for two
years we have lived
this wildlife many
refuse to recognise.
#LGBT
#love
#polyamory #relationships
#polyamory #relationships
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My tongue is tapping the roof of my mouth
Seeing daylight
peaking through
the little crack
in your window
us, laying like
marble statues
sealed in small
time frames
as other peoples
faces mould into
the same old
questions
over and over,
our lips refuse
parting unless
they're about
to meet one
another in
the middle
again.
peaking through
the little crack
in your window
us, laying like
marble statues
sealed in small
time frames
as other peoples
faces mould into
the same old
questions
over and over,
our lips refuse
parting unless
they're about
to meet one
another in
the middle
again.
#LGBT
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Strut Your Stuff
In the rainbow garden love blooms bright
with colors that sparkle day and night.
You're my main squeeze, my partner in crime,
together we shine like a disco ball's prime.
Our love is no closet secret, it's out and proud,
we strut our stuff, stand tall in the crowd.
You're the yin to my yang, the glitter to my glue,
in this fabulous life it's just me and you.
We dance through life, with a flair so grand.
Hand in hand in this borderland.
Our love's a parade with confetti and cheer.
In this vibrant world there's nothing...
with colors that sparkle day and night.
You're my main squeeze, my partner in crime,
together we shine like a disco ball's prime.
Our love is no closet secret, it's out and proud,
we strut our stuff, stand tall in the crowd.
You're the yin to my yang, the glitter to my glue,
in this fabulous life it's just me and you.
We dance through life, with a flair so grand.
Hand in hand in this borderland.
Our love's a parade with confetti and cheer.
In this vibrant world there's nothing...
#gay
#historical
#LGBT
#love
#utopia
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One hundred and thirty four hours
I return back here
as you look after
your friends fur
babies over
in Leyton
so I take a
hot shower
and climb
into bed,
peace hits
me as your
duvet wraps
around my
body
and as I
bury my
face deep
into your
pillow
that war
in my mind
gets a bit
smaller
as the
curtain
of my
eye
finally
comes
falling
down.
as you look after
your friends fur
babies over
in Leyton
so I take a
hot shower
and climb
into bed,
peace hits
me as your
duvet wraps
around my
body
and as I
bury my
face deep
into your
pillow
that war
in my mind
gets a bit
smaller
as the
curtain
of my
eye
finally
comes
falling
down.
#LGBT
#love
#peace #polyamory
#peace #polyamory
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Fangs
It was sickening having to
look straight in their eyes
no lights were on, dead
to everything in existence,
known eyes like that before
and they never leave you
alone afterwards.
All I had was an insolated room,
they couldn't unlock their side
of the door only my keys could,
if was alone, in that small room,
I couldn't bare to think what my
hands could have, would
have done.
I imagine something along
the lines of tearing limbs away,
crumbling them down like dust
wings...
look straight in their eyes
no lights were on, dead
to everything in existence,
known eyes like that before
and they never leave you
alone afterwards.
All I had was an insolated room,
they couldn't unlock their side
of the door only my keys could,
if was alone, in that small room,
I couldn't bare to think what my
hands could have, would
have done.
I imagine something along
the lines of tearing limbs away,
crumbling them down like dust
wings...
#abuse
#anger
#LGBT #transgender
#LGBT #transgender
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