Gay Poems
#gay
Gay poetry, here you'll find poems about gay sex and relationships. Gay poems include different perspectives on what it means to be a gay, from sexual encounters and fantasies, to coming out and gay romance and lifestyle.
Alexis_Tolkkinen23
Poem Published
20th Feb 2023 7:21pm
20th Feb 2023 7:21pm
Why Do They Hate The Word Gay?
Gay is
A beautiful word describing happiness
And acceptance.
Why do they despise the fair lips of a rose
Kissing the heart of a daffodil?
Why is this beautiful word tossed around like
An insult? If you toss it, we'll use the stones to
Build a kingdom.
Her kingdom is not something to be ashamed of
Just because there are alligators in the swamp
Who enjoy breaking apart love in respect
For tradition.
They say closets hold skeletons
But monsters are the angry ones with signs
Protesting a...
A beautiful word describing happiness
And acceptance.
Why do they despise the fair lips of a rose
Kissing the heart of a daffodil?
Why is this beautiful word tossed around like
An insult? If you toss it, we'll use the stones to
Build a kingdom.
Her kingdom is not something to be ashamed of
Just because there are alligators in the swamp
Who enjoy breaking apart love in respect
For tradition.
They say closets hold skeletons
But monsters are the angry ones with signs
Protesting a...
#gay
#politics
#LGBT #bisexual
#LGBT #bisexual
68 reads
2 Comments
eroseternal
Tim Eros
Tim Eros
Poem Published
12th Feb 2023 9:43pm
12th Feb 2023 9:43pm
Sensuous Me - Imagining You
#gay
#threesome
139 reads
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
9th Feb 2023 5:12pm
9th Feb 2023 5:12pm
Regency Romance
All week I've been making the house,
following maids as their assistant.
Fresh eiderdown, lilacs,
gleaming posts, bed knobs.
An ashtray on your windowsill,
its pewter dish prepared to receive.
A box of gentleman's cigars
concealed in your nightstand.
I picture you standing by the window,
a horsehair bustle and tweed hunting cap,
forging and breaking
each smoky wedding band.
The window looks at nothing but
an inaccessible courtyard, that's just
a mistake of angle, a flaw in the design
of this...
following maids as their assistant.
Fresh eiderdown, lilacs,
gleaming posts, bed knobs.
An ashtray on your windowsill,
its pewter dish prepared to receive.
A box of gentleman's cigars
concealed in your nightstand.
I picture you standing by the window,
a horsehair bustle and tweed hunting cap,
forging and breaking
each smoky wedding band.
The window looks at nothing but
an inaccessible courtyard, that's just
a mistake of angle, a flaw in the design
of this...
#love
#gay
#romantic #historical
#romantic #historical
107 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Jan 2023 6:35pm
6th Jan 2023 6:35pm
Emerging
We exist, I suppose, in cliche,
more often than we’d like to say.
Emerging now at thirty-one,
not just “out” among my friends
both furtively and filled with shame,
the inner self and sense of sex
relaxes to allow a slow accumulation of
objects that please my eye. The bit of roof
that’s mine decked out with what
my baser self takes pleasure in.
Like gay men of a certain age, who on
encountering themselves start to fill
their studies with the evidence, of whom
they always really were. Today the cliche
came for me: I...
more often than we’d like to say.
Emerging now at thirty-one,
not just “out” among my friends
both furtively and filled with shame,
the inner self and sense of sex
relaxes to allow a slow accumulation of
objects that please my eye. The bit of roof
that’s mine decked out with what
my baser self takes pleasure in.
Like gay men of a certain age, who on
encountering themselves start to fill
their studies with the evidence, of whom
they always really were. Today the cliche
came for me: I...
#gay
#LGBT
#MovingOn #acceptance
#MovingOn #acceptance
130 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Dec 2022 7:11pm
8th Dec 2022 7:11pm
Final Boy
a British life so far, in loose French forms
Toxic Male
The hatefulness
begins to sink and root in earth.
The hatefulness
replaces what was happiness,
becomes and gilds and grows the worth.
The toxic flowers choke, then birth
the hatefulness.
The Only Happy Homosexual
The love has waned to finest point.
We're worth as much as mutton joint,
a song displayed in young men's deaths,
a joke to make of dying breaths.
A faery just at our endpoint.
We are the life, led...
Toxic Male
The hatefulness
begins to sink and root in earth.
The hatefulness
replaces what was happiness,
becomes and gilds and grows the worth.
The toxic flowers choke, then birth
the hatefulness.
The Only Happy Homosexual
The love has waned to finest point.
We're worth as much as mutton joint,
a song displayed in young men's deaths,
a joke to make of dying breaths.
A faery just at our endpoint.
We are the life, led...
#gay
#childhood
#memories #masculinity
#memories #masculinity
124 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
4th Dec 2022 8:16pm
4th Dec 2022 8:16pm
acting like a man
you thought you couldn't be a man because
you couldn't brutalise,
because you dreamed of making love
or being made love to,
unable and unwilling to
kill that which you would fuck
or fuck that which you'd kill.
a man flings Jezebel to dogs,
has dreams at least of being strong,
of sewing oats and conquering.
you couldn't even fit the type
set out for queers like you,
promiscuous and gay,
buried as you are in pounds of flesh,
wielding a brittle tongue.
and so it was that years passed by
without much...
you couldn't brutalise,
because you dreamed of making love
or being made love to,
unable and unwilling to
kill that which you would fuck
or fuck that which you'd kill.
a man flings Jezebel to dogs,
has dreams at least of being strong,
of sewing oats and conquering.
you couldn't even fit the type
set out for queers like you,
promiscuous and gay,
buried as you are in pounds of flesh,
wielding a brittle tongue.
and so it was that years passed by
without much...
#love
#gay
#identity #masculinity
#identity #masculinity
212 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
14th Nov 2022 9:21pm
14th Nov 2022 9:21pm
One Look At This Pulp Book
One look at this pulp book and I see why she's no longer into men.
#lesbian
#gay
#haiku
#fiction
#dialogue
204 reads
5 Comments
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
25th Oct 2022 7:20pm
25th Oct 2022 7:20pm
Harcamone
Harcamone”
When I die in a chamber of his heart, alone,
Where a rose rises from the stone,
I will gaze in vacant alleys of sunlight dim
Where every turn inscribes the death in him.
A tale of a rose, a dying dove
In the palm of a dreamer’s love,
To the morning bells that rage
In illiteracy of his final page—
Where is writ his sacred sin
In the blood that clings to his skin,
Which makes so cold, and beautiful
The thorns that agonize his fragile soul
Agonizing as the silence of his grave to be
While through him,...
When I die in a chamber of his heart, alone,
Where a rose rises from the stone,
I will gaze in vacant alleys of sunlight dim
Where every turn inscribes the death in him.
A tale of a rose, a dying dove
In the palm of a dreamer’s love,
To the morning bells that rage
In illiteracy of his final page—
Where is writ his sacred sin
In the blood that clings to his skin,
Which makes so cold, and beautiful
The thorns that agonize his fragile soul
Agonizing as the silence of his grave to be
While through him,...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#transgender
#bisexual
192 reads
2 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
25th Oct 2022 5:33pm
25th Oct 2022 5:33pm
Eyes Of Disgrace
Within these eyes of hers
Were a disgrace so unfair
But as I ah looked within them
The disgrace for me ah cared
I thought at first she would hit
Me but she only gave me a hug
And I returned at same time
Because that's just my aluv
She said my lady and I
Are ah funny no longer one
She wanted a child as a luva
I pulled the ah trigga bar none
Within the years we were
Together I couldn't see these signs
I had no desire to molest anyone
How did this become of her binds
Into her face I ah plunged...
Were a disgrace so unfair
But as I ah looked within them
The disgrace for me ah cared
I thought at first she would hit
Me but she only gave me a hug
And I returned at same time
Because that's just my aluv
She said my lady and I
Are ah funny no longer one
She wanted a child as a luva
I pulled the ah trigga bar none
Within the years we were
Together I couldn't see these signs
I had no desire to molest anyone
How did this become of her binds
Into her face I ah plunged...
#gay
#lover
#redemption
#bisexual
#witches
152 reads
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MartenHoyle
Poem Published
24th Oct 2022 11:49pm
24th Oct 2022 11:49pm
Fontevrault
Fontevrault”
Lend me your soul, my imprisoned wings.
What cell holds your laurels on so fair a grave?
The distant song whispers in ruin on that sacred place
Where enshrined by chains our caress is seen no more.
They say they saw him climb the wall of roses,
By such sacred thorns, I long to remove my heart
As kissed his blood, to find him among the angels
While mutely such a cry rattles in my strangled throat.
The flowers he touched, condemned to be my idols,
Bloom where once he walked, weary with beauty.
Alas! our...
Lend me your soul, my imprisoned wings.
What cell holds your laurels on so fair a grave?
The distant song whispers in ruin on that sacred place
Where enshrined by chains our caress is seen no more.
They say they saw him climb the wall of roses,
By such sacred thorns, I long to remove my heart
As kissed his blood, to find him among the angels
While mutely such a cry rattles in my strangled throat.
The flowers he touched, condemned to be my idols,
Bloom where once he walked, weary with beauty.
Alas! our...
#lesbian
#gay
#death
#LGBT
#bisexual
161 reads
1 Comment
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2022 9:31pm
22nd Oct 2022 9:31pm
The Road
The Road”
I see aural fields burn before me,
And ancient roads traveled by no man.
Ill waters murmur voices of the drowned,
For wretched is the passage through Genesis
To what tears we do not recall
Beyond dark seas that roar silently
Without voices in their starlit waves
Ere we were Thought in our father’s eyes.
?meard a saw I erofeb I saw tahW
emit siht ni yhw dna ,dlrow siht ni yhW
?tpek meard eht sI
Which road then leads to the heavens?
I beware the road, for it does not lead to you.
Past the fires of...
I see aural fields burn before me,
And ancient roads traveled by no man.
Ill waters murmur voices of the drowned,
For wretched is the passage through Genesis
To what tears we do not recall
Beyond dark seas that roar silently
Without voices in their starlit waves
Ere we were Thought in our father’s eyes.
?meard a saw I erofeb I saw tahW
emit siht ni yhw dna ,dlrow siht ni yhW
?tpek meard eht sI
Which road then leads to the heavens?
I beware the road, for it does not lead to you.
Past the fires of...
#lesbian
#gay
#death
#LGBT
#bisexual
209 reads
1 Comment
MartenHoyle
Poem Published
21st Oct 2022 7:48pm
21st Oct 2022 7:48pm
The Labyrinth
The Labyrinth”
What is this land we have known before?
A strange place of strange memories.
There are doorways that lead to darkened rooms,
And still darker passages beyond.
You seem to die there, and I cannot follow,
For your time is not mine in which to dwell;
Longing to reach across the ages to a past which binds
Our dreams where we may meet again.
What were we when Time was young,
As unknown gazes looked to a newborn sky?
Nothing dawns on me ere my firstborn cry,
But what memory traces farther than those tears?...
What is this land we have known before?
A strange place of strange memories.
There are doorways that lead to darkened rooms,
And still darker passages beyond.
You seem to die there, and I cannot follow,
For your time is not mine in which to dwell;
Longing to reach across the ages to a past which binds
Our dreams where we may meet again.
What were we when Time was young,
As unknown gazes looked to a newborn sky?
Nothing dawns on me ere my firstborn cry,
But what memory traces farther than those tears?...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#philosophical
#bisexual
162 reads
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