LGBT Poetry

A poetry blog for any and all members of the lgbt community! If you have any poems you want us to reblog, use the tag #lgbtpoetry. Feel free to submit your poetry after reading the guidelines! You can also send us suggestions for future prompts! About Submission Guidelines Poetry Prompt Guidelines

[lesbianlovepoet]

your hair

I loved you with your short, curly hair

and I loved you when you let it grow out.

I think you are adorable when you straighten it

and adorable when you put it up

and when you leave it be

you are still adorable.

I think that maybe

I just like you and your face.

[lgbtpoetry]

[yearningcloud]

'patio'

"we're sitting in the patio and the sound of your voice calling me 'love' makes my heart rejoice

I run my hands slowly through your locks

Your soft hands lightly caressing my thigh

Melting my mould into your fingers and shaping it into passion-filled kisses

I read you poetry and you brush my hair back

You look into my eyes and I am seen

Your hands dig for my soul inside

The colours I've hidden within me scream to be freed

And you're still calling me 'love'."

-clouds

[lgbtpoetry]

sorry if this sounds dumb or offensive, but i'm confused and i really wanna know. i'm a woman and i like a trans woman, it means that i'm bi?

trans women are women! If you like exclusively women and you are attracted to a trans woman, that does not change anything because she is a woman! If you are a lesbian and you find yourself attracted to a trans woman you do not need to start identifying as bi, because trans women are women! Being bi means that you are attracted to two or more genders, i.e. you could be attracted to men and women, or men, women, and non-binary people, just for two examples. It has nothing to do with the genitalia involved, if that is what you’re asking.

[lgbtpoetry]

https://theangryshayar.tumblr.com/post/616941685672394752/touch

Touch

When you touched me, it felt right, it felt true True like the perfect shade, used by the painter  True like the surreal note, struck by the

[lgbtpoetry]

God Is Dead (A Villanelle by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

Friedrich, my lover, he whispers God’s dead,

And I rejoice ‘cause I’m finally free,

Thoughts about shame are released from my head.

We open champagne and put on a spread,

Caviar, oysters, fresh truffles and brie,

Friedrich, my lover, he whispers God’s dead.

Preachers and priests used to fill me with dread,

But now I feel light, I’m bursting with glee,

Thoughts about shame are released from my head.

Two men at the alter, watch us get wed,

I stroke his left hand and kiss his goatee,

Friedrich, my lover, he whispers God’s dead.

Lube on the nightstand and mints on the bed,

And then I climb you just like you’re a tree,

Thoughts about shame are released from my head.

Let’s never look back, babe, only ahead,

Like Bonnie and Clyde, it’s just you and me,

Friedrich, my lover, he whispers God’s dead,

Thoughts about shame are released from my head.

[lgbtpoetry]

Gary Edward Allen

Hand in Hand

Here we are hand in hand face to face

It was love that brought us to this place

Took my tender heart and gave it wings

For enteral bliss your true love brings

When it rains your my brilliant rainbow

Yours is the true love I have come to know

I am going to love you for the rest of time

I am so overjoyed that your heart is mine

Never replace you no matter how I search

Swear that you're an angel here on earth

On the day you gave me your loving heart

I knew that we would never have to part

Like two eagles we will endlessly soar

Build our castle upon the shining shore

Will you honour me and wear my ring

Because to me your love means everything

May you lay upon my lips your blessed kiss

For you are all I could ever want or wish

In our love we are both truly blessed

Comes to loving me you are the best

Man to man within our wedded bliss

Die a thousand deaths just for your kiss

By Gary Edward Allen 2020

[lgbtpoetry]

when is a monster not a monster?

when you love it

she says

while we're sitting on my bed putting up posters of her favorite band

and the skies are turning a darker shade of blue

and I want to ask her if she can stay over

but nothing comes out.

My mother told me good girls keep the door open an inch,

and I look at her hand and it looks like it wants so desperately to be held in mine,

but

good girls always sit a few feet away,

and I want to be good so bad.

they say if we look away from each other for a while

we can find something purer than the sinful ruins and rubble our bodies turn into when we melt

into each other.

they say it's wrong to rest my head against her shoulder

and still want to be closer

they say this isn't love

it's rebellion

unnatural

but every time her fingers reach for me, Ma,

I want to pull her close and never let go.

we're driving to the local park and there's a group of boys

waiting where our bench is.

they say they'd like to watch

and then they punch us till they think we've bled all the sin out

they say good girls leave their love locked away in the glove compartment

never out and about.

when is a monster not a monster?

when you love it

she says

and she's holding my hand and smiling

telling me I'm beautiful

and I can't help but peer over the corner to make sure no one can see

I have to be the good girl, Ma says.

when is a monster not a monster?

I ask

and only silence waits

and she's holding an ice pack to the black eye I got coming home last night

she's crying and telling me I'm beautiful

and it's confusing really,

I don't feel like a monster when I'm with her.

when is a monster not a monster?

when they love you

she says

and we're saying goodbye, because it was just a phase she says

we have the door open an inch but I'm inching closer

and she's telling me to stop but I just need to touch her

one last time

she says I'm a bad girl for giving another girl my heart

she says we are wrong

but it feels so right.

when is a monster not a monster?

when you love it

Ma says

but I've loved her every day, Ma

and a monster is all you've ever said she is

[lgbtpoetry]

Hi everyone! Sorry this blog has been pretty dead for awhile! I’m thinking of revamping it bc I think a lot of people appreciated it and I think it was a fun thing to do!

I was gonna set up a sorta tumblr bot to look through the lgbtpoetry tag and queue those posts, and maybe automatically post or queue submissions to the blog, just because I’m super busy with college and stuff and don’t really have that much free time (also I’m in computer science so coding is fun for me lol). I’ll keep y’all updated. Thanks for sticking with me!!

If you have any questions or suggestions just let me know!

[lgbtpoetry]

Hi! I've followed your blog for a really long time (and even submitted a few things!) and just wanted to say keep up the good work~ I wanted to ask if you'd seen the new magazine thing called Proudly Written that's been circulating on Twitter and a little on Tumblr lately! It's for LGBT creators and I was wondering if you had any information on it :)

no i actually haven’t heard of it! sounds interesting though!

[lgbtpoetry]

crush

she

her eyes sparkle when she laughs ever so casually she tosses sunlight over her shoulder until it seems the world is gold around her and every day is summer because her gaze is warm on mine.

her mouth is home to secrets secret joys, secret loves her mouth, pink as pepto-bismol, speaks without saying, worships without words, and every now and then the corners curve up, up, up…

she’s soft, kind, always smells like roses flowers aspire to be so sweet she is sappho in a world of sophists past infinities wrapped into one, a beautiful collection of imperfect perfections

she exists to live, she is as she is, and for that i love her

[lgbtpoetry]

[lgbtpoetry]

How?

How? How dare i? How dare i grab Her hand? How dare i kiss Her, love Her, want Her? The mother steers her child away from me I disgust her. She whispers in her daughter’s ear - ‘Look away, my love,’ like i’m medusa I will infect their purity - there is poison in my gaze My eyes are full of poison The way they see the world The way they see Her. Passion. Poison Unusual Unnatural UnGodly POISON Pure eyes meet poisonous ones from across the room And i read the question in her glare How? How dare i? How dare i exist? How dare i exist for Her?

[itsonlyyforever]

LGBTQ poetry

[cassiopeiawritespoetry]

I hate that I like you

I hate it

It hurts me and always has

But I can’t stop myself

I hate that I like you

I hate it

It hurts you because I say too much

But I can’t stop myself

I hate that I like you

I hate it

The way you look at me gives me false hope

And I know it

But I can’t stop myself

I hate that I like you

I hate it

I still remember the press of your shoulder against mine

It doesn’t mean anything to you and I know it

But I can’t stop myself

I hate that I like you

I hate it

But the way you write about me makes my heart skip a beat

It doesn’t mean anything to you

And I know it

But I can’t stop myself

I hate that I love you

…

I hate it

- Cassiopeia, March 5th, 2018

[queeruppoetry]

Picnics (The Orchard)

I was looking through a catalog,

And I thought of you. Peaches

Is what I want to call you

but when I call you,

you don’t answer.

When I once let it slip

“Hey Peaches”

you didn’t even bat an eye,

you said it’s a little fruity,

(I guess we’re all just a little fruity)

They say mama’s peach pies are the best

but the best

is that thing you do when you walk across the room

and every boy thinks about cherries,

and I…I think

about how the apple has fallen yet from the tree,

I ask your momma why you turned out so sweet

(she says it’s because you used to choke on strawberries)

I imagine you eating them straight from the bush,

so when I see those stained lips

I like to believe your mother was right,

that you choked on them so much they stained your lips

to the point they remained there, spilling with every word you say.

We’d pear so well together I call us black berries and bananas,

you’d tell me I’m wrong and I’d argue I’m right.

(Did you know bananas are a berry but strawberries aren’t? )

I’m sure you would say of course you knew,

but that’s not what you meant.

You meant for me to pack up the picnic. I take my fruits and go home. My peaches don’t want me to pick them.

[wordsdontmeananything]

It’s in the way

They roll their eyes,

Look at me like I’m in on the joke

When really the joke is on me.

It’s in the way my father

Changes the station when

He hears those letters,

In that order, so damning

In their honesty, in their existing.

It’s in the way my parents

Sit me down and angrily ask

If I’m a lesbian, and I, too used

To having their love,

Sputter out an excuse,

No no no no no

Not me not ever

I love you, I love you,

Please love me.

They would hate the real me.

I am so nothing.

Please get me out,

I want to love.

I’ll never

Be in love.