Long LGBT Poems
#LGBT
Long LGBT poems. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
13th Jul 2022 6:52pm
13th Jul 2022 6:52pm
SYMPHONIYA DE TOSKA PREVIEW
If we DO survive death in a non-physical form, is there still consciousness? And if there is, do we forget what we were here on Earth as we would forget a dream? Or do we keep our memories?
Or...does everything just sort of...start over?
Was Nietzsche correct in his assumption (the assumption that arguably drove him mad) that there is an Eternal Recurrence that will make us relive everything? I like to think if the Eternal Recurrence is real, that life will be a little bit different every time we live through this. This is what I was trying to convey in SYMPHONIYA DE...
Or...does everything just sort of...start over?
Was Nietzsche correct in his assumption (the assumption that arguably drove him mad) that there is an Eternal Recurrence that will make us relive everything? I like to think if the Eternal Recurrence is real, that life will be a little bit different every time we live through this. This is what I was trying to convey in SYMPHONIYA DE...
#LGBT
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
5th Jul 2022 4:04am
5th Jul 2022 4:04am
Discrimination Vs Preference
The law against discrimination is an infringement of the right to preference.
No other right is more important than the right to choose freely.
People have the right to choose who they want to work or associate with.
They also have the right to accept or reject unnatural practices.
When laws prevent you from doing these things, you reach a bad state.
Administrators of social medias have the responsibility to support free speech.
People who bluntly speak the truth definitely do not have many friends.
A person with integrity boldly stands up for...
No other right is more important than the right to choose freely.
People have the right to choose who they want to work or associate with.
They also have the right to accept or reject unnatural practices.
When laws prevent you from doing these things, you reach a bad state.
Administrators of social medias have the responsibility to support free speech.
People who bluntly speak the truth definitely do not have many friends.
A person with integrity boldly stands up for...
#politics
#LGBT
#TruthOfLife
#racism
#morality
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 9:21pm
7th Jun 2022 9:21pm
Sides of Myself
Light and dark sides of a doubloon,
From lunar rock, I am hewn,
Sereph and demon, dance,
And throughout they prance
In heart and soul,
Myself, whole,
Just me,
Free.
Angles
In cycles,
Sides trilobal,
They intermingle,
Identity, welcome,
Gender, romanticism,
Sexuality, each atom,
Vibrating, and so alive,
I've found for what I've searched,
That that was untouched,
That was unknown,
My backbone,
Now shown,
Known.
Betwixt
Lady fixed,
And gentleman,
Warm, like morning sun. ...
From lunar rock, I am hewn,
Sereph and demon, dance,
And throughout they prance
In heart and soul,
Myself, whole,
Just me,
Free.
Angles
In cycles,
Sides trilobal,
They intermingle,
Identity, welcome,
Gender, romanticism,
Sexuality, each atom,
Vibrating, and so alive,
I've found for what I've searched,
That that was untouched,
That was unknown,
My backbone,
Now shown,
Known.
Betwixt
Lady fixed,
And gentleman,
Warm, like morning sun. ...
#ILoveYou
#identity
#LGBT
#MentalHealth
#pagan
456 reads
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Betty
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 1:27pm
7th Jun 2022 1:27pm
Gasparilla nights -- Ellie's song
#LGBT
253 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
22nd May 2022 00:51am
22nd May 2022 00:51am
all the girls I kinda loved
1. It wasn't true love
but she was the first person
to make me feel alive
every kiss and touch electrified
But her wildness held something darker
and she wasn't good at
keeping her hands in one relationship
she dreamed of a heteronormative life
and I dreamed or being able to walk
hand in hand down the street
with my girlfriend
without being called a fake lesbian
or a cock tease
for someone's threesome fantasy
2. Her girlfriend died in a car accident
and she used my attention
to fill the...
but she was the first person
to make me feel alive
every kiss and touch electrified
But her wildness held something darker
and she wasn't good at
keeping her hands in one relationship
she dreamed of a heteronormative life
and I dreamed or being able to walk
hand in hand down the street
with my girlfriend
without being called a fake lesbian
or a cock tease
for someone's threesome fantasy
2. Her girlfriend died in a car accident
and she used my attention
to fill the...
#love
#lust
#LGBT #bisexual
#LGBT #bisexual
375 reads
4 Comments
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
21st May 2022 10:12pm
21st May 2022 10:12pm
LGBT Poetry: What it Means
On Twitter, Instagram, D.U.P., YouTube and Tik Tok, I have been presenting my work as LGBT Poetry. It seems fitting. Because, at its core, it IS LGBT poetry. But, this isn't to say that only members of that community (of which I am a part) can read it or view the reading and appreciate it. I like to think my work is universal because it is a rare occasion that I specify the sex of the person I am writing about. Since none of it is gender specific, I feel everybody of any orientation (LGBT or otherwise) can enjoy and relate to it.
I want people to view my work as "safe." As a...
I want people to view my work as "safe." As a...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#transgender
#bisexual
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
21st May 2022 8:02pm
21st May 2022 8:02pm
To Set You Free
To Set You Free”
Take me home to another starving love.
Lay some roses on the grasses above
My grave…I don’t know who I’m facing,
Which side of you my heart is chasing,
I’m just trying to make sense of your intention,
And why you’re giving me your attention
From such a distance—holding me at arm’s length
As if I ever had the strength
To deny you—my heart is starving
And I long for your cruelty, darling.
So…why so friendly now that time has past?
What is the story behind the great contrast
Between winter snows and the...
Take me home to another starving love.
Lay some roses on the grasses above
My grave…I don’t know who I’m facing,
Which side of you my heart is chasing,
I’m just trying to make sense of your intention,
And why you’re giving me your attention
From such a distance—holding me at arm’s length
As if I ever had the strength
To deny you—my heart is starving
And I long for your cruelty, darling.
So…why so friendly now that time has past?
What is the story behind the great contrast
Between winter snows and the...
#love
#gay
#LGBT
#fate
#lover
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
10th May 2022 7:01pm
10th May 2022 7:01pm
The Glory of Kings
The Glory of Kings”
I’m here fading in the corner of the room.
It is a lovely day to die in the dews of morning gloom.
Everything is falling, the sky is falling…everything is dim
It seems a decaying Heaven was all that could delay him.
But it’s like he never left this place…like he is here still.
There are such twilights his shadow yet may fill.
Such stars as he may shroud as his own sun springs,
Such, such is the glory of kings.
His voice is power, but most beware the luster of his eyes:
Diamonds of his strength such as may...
I’m here fading in the corner of the room.
It is a lovely day to die in the dews of morning gloom.
Everything is falling, the sky is falling…everything is dim
It seems a decaying Heaven was all that could delay him.
But it’s like he never left this place…like he is here still.
There are such twilights his shadow yet may fill.
Such stars as he may shroud as his own sun springs,
Such, such is the glory of kings.
His voice is power, but most beware the luster of his eyes:
Diamonds of his strength such as may...
#gay
#sex
#erotic
#LGBT
#sensual
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TheJBLFanpage
Pope Francis
Pope Francis
Poem Published
2nd May 2022 11:02pm
2nd May 2022 11:02pm
Tucker x Carl Part 1: The Journey
It was late on a Tuesday night, Tucker Carlson just finished his broadcast where he was talking about yaoi and how the liberal agenda has corrupted his favorite form of art. Carl's phone suddenly have him a Twitter notification which he promptly viewed. Upom viewing this notification, he quickly realized he was trending on Twitter. Trending on Twitter was nothing new, but this time was very different. Usually when Carl trends, its people upset with him for exposing the liberal agenda, but this time he was trending along with Carl Azuz. Tucker was confused for he has never spoken to Carl once...
#gay
#murder
#politics
#death
#LGBT
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
2nd May 2022 7:21pm
2nd May 2022 7:21pm
Androgyne
All my life, I've worn dresses,
Brushed my long, thick, flowing, tresses,
And my eyes were kept blind
To the world that was behind
Such a thin veil,
Now to nearby shores I sail!
I've tried different labels, cutting and pasting,
But the glue, it seemed to keep failing,
I didn't want to be anything but me,
Trying on categories and terms, to see what did fit me,
As I see people non-conforming,
As I see people changing,
As I see people rearranging,
As I see people becoming what they were always meant to be,
I wonder if I can be...
Brushed my long, thick, flowing, tresses,
And my eyes were kept blind
To the world that was behind
Such a thin veil,
Now to nearby shores I sail!
I've tried different labels, cutting and pasting,
But the glue, it seemed to keep failing,
I didn't want to be anything but me,
Trying on categories and terms, to see what did fit me,
As I see people non-conforming,
As I see people changing,
As I see people rearranging,
As I see people becoming what they were always meant to be,
I wonder if I can be...
#identity
#LGBT
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
366 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
14th Apr 2022 2:32pm
14th Apr 2022 2:32pm
From a Tommy to His Lover
I go to you, your pained and beating heart,
the organ and the Thing that makes you You,
with the tools that are at my disposal:
sight, sound, smell, and touch.
It is a surgical operation, each tool wielded
to open this and that vessel, to determine what's real.
But I do this so that I can also determine
what's real inside me: I find my beating heart
by finding yours, and eating it.
I see your body, shakily undressing itself
in the hard and unadorned light
of this rented room. In a guest house rented
from a woman who'd...
the organ and the Thing that makes you You,
with the tools that are at my disposal:
sight, sound, smell, and touch.
It is a surgical operation, each tool wielded
to open this and that vessel, to determine what's real.
But I do this so that I can also determine
what's real inside me: I find my beating heart
by finding yours, and eating it.
I see your body, shakily undressing itself
in the hard and unadorned light
of this rented room. In a guest house rented
from a woman who'd...
#love
#LGBT
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missjem56
Poem Published
24th Mar 2022 3:02pm
24th Mar 2022 3:02pm
Changes
I did the sex, drugs, and rock and roll thing
But it didn't actually, teach me anything
Back then, there was no internet to investigate
No books in libraries, about my kind of state
So i adopted, the then hippie style fashion
To avoid any kind, of trans bashing
It allowed me, to grow my hair long
So i was more in tune, with my kind of song
With an afghan coat, and cheesecloth shirt
Petula oil, hippy beads, but never a skirt
At the age of fifteen, i left my home
After fourteen schools, i was destined to roam
So off i ventured, into...
But it didn't actually, teach me anything
Back then, there was no internet to investigate
No books in libraries, about my kind of state
So i adopted, the then hippie style fashion
To avoid any kind, of trans bashing
It allowed me, to grow my hair long
So i was more in tune, with my kind of song
With an afghan coat, and cheesecloth shirt
Petula oil, hippy beads, but never a skirt
At the age of fifteen, i left my home
After fourteen schools, i was destined to roam
So off i ventured, into...
#love
#LGBT
#LifeChangingMoment #SelfDiscovery
#LifeChangingMoment #SelfDiscovery
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