Least Read LGBT Poems
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Seeing the beauty
A man of many words can inspire lots
with a tiny verse of courage,
A woman has finely tuned emotions,
With unfathom pinpoint intuition,
A neutral being is beautiful to,
With insight to equality,
A naturouse plant that grows all over,
With undying growth, lifes quality,
An for the animals that roam this earth,
Your so wondrous an natural.
There's so much beauty in the world,
From urban town, to land rural,
Keep and accept all the beauty
That you find and seek, for this will,
Enrich your soul and Life's being.
with a tiny verse of courage,
A woman has finely tuned emotions,
With unfathom pinpoint intuition,
A neutral being is beautiful to,
With insight to equality,
A naturouse plant that grows all over,
With undying growth, lifes quality,
An for the animals that roam this earth,
Your so wondrous an natural.
There's so much beauty in the world,
From urban town, to land rural,
Keep and accept all the beauty
That you find and seek, for this will,
Enrich your soul and Life's being.
#love
#courage
#LGBT
#nature
#respect
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Engender
Funny how when I saw the sky
this muggy July morning
I didn't see a dire warning
but instead a kind reminder
Thin long wisps of pinks
like some gossamer thread
strung out far ahead
from where I am today
With a sky of baby blue
that masculine infant hue
both fully adorning the baby aisle
in any and every store
In a moment telling me more
than any poisoned sermon ...
this muggy July morning
I didn't see a dire warning
but instead a kind reminder
Thin long wisps of pinks
like some gossamer thread
strung out far ahead
from where I am today
With a sky of baby blue
that masculine infant hue
both fully adorning the baby aisle
in any and every store
In a moment telling me more
than any poisoned sermon ...
#LGBT
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Rainbowaphobia
So, why do you fear the rainbow
while its colors are all brightly aglow
haven’t you embraced your hue… yet
while its colors are all brightly aglow
haven’t you embraced your hue… yet
#hate
#LGBT
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Forever In Prismed
I truly want to be
locked up in the glass
letting the white light pass
then duly separate ...
Unleashing the rainbow
the sweet chromatic flow
of all the colors in their place
R-O-G-Y-B-I-V
For as long as I may live
arcing across the sky
not afraid to ask why
all the world is not blue
With room for any hue
that wishes to confess
wishes now to express
its own inner beauty
Avoiding all this distraction
with some light refraction
surrounded by magic spells ...
locked up in the glass
letting the white light pass
then duly separate ...
Unleashing the rainbow
the sweet chromatic flow
of all the colors in their place
R-O-G-Y-B-I-V
For as long as I may live
arcing across the sky
not afraid to ask why
all the world is not blue
With room for any hue
that wishes to confess
wishes now to express
its own inner beauty
Avoiding all this distraction
with some light refraction
surrounded by magic spells ...
#love
#LGBT
#rainbow #tolerance
#rainbow #tolerance
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On the Wind
I still hope to find
some peace of mind
whispered
upon a gentle breeze
Repeated by the trees
in long cool syllables
meant to calm
like some soothing balm
Finding true illumination
in the grey shade
about all that is made
in the symphony of silence
Far from the aural violence
of a hustle-bustle world
where surrender is unfurled
like some tattered white flag
As I sit here far away
secluded in the waning day
dipping my thirsty pen
in a sunset of rainbowed ink
some peace of mind
whispered
upon a gentle breeze
Repeated by the trees
in long cool syllables
meant to calm
like some soothing balm
Finding true illumination
in the grey shade
about all that is made
in the symphony of silence
Far from the aural violence
of a hustle-bustle world
where surrender is unfurled
like some tattered white flag
As I sit here far away
secluded in the waning day
dipping my thirsty pen
in a sunset of rainbowed ink
#LGBT
#nature
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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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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