#queerpoetry

[herpoetryjournal]

she kissed me

and the world didn’t end.

it finally began.

[notasdemicel]

17 Dic 2024

Que suerte la mía de no verte y no llenarme de melancolía

-Karime S.

[robynochs]

Not all resistance is loud; sometimes it lives in how we show up, how we love, how we dress, and how we build community and joy in a world that tells us not to.

Read Amethisté Allustria Amor’s poem “Silent Rebellion,” a powerful reflection on quiet authenticity and love as resistance, in the latest issue of Bi Women Quarterly: https://www.biwomenquarterly.com/silent-rebellion/

[moansisterwrites]

just lips lips on mine lips on yours more than two maybe three maybe four gender not limited anymore just lips

Lesson three: gender starts in the mouth

[cupieces]

Cupie

yesterday we enjoyed

morning doves and dewdrops

going outside to shout and play

bikes down the sidewalk

to the park

there was no disappointment.

no one said things to be mean

everyone knew a friend and

had some sort of system

everything worked.

our love was innocent

good gestures never went unnoticed

when fun was small

and tame. Our

friends are strangers

and our

fun is stuck behind

buttons and wires.

the doves are silent

today.

[secondarysomeone]

🌊 "I saw her in the rightest way. We can go forever until you wanna sit it out." 🌊

Love feels like the ocean—vast, untamed, sometimes distant. But even when the tides pull away, I want to believe it can still be a lighthouse, steady and real. No shame. No fear. Just love—loud, quiet, endless. ⚓💙

#SapphicMelancholy #LostAtSea #SoftSapphicVibes #LighthouseInTheDark #WLWFeels #QueerLonging #DeepBlueAesthetic #FadingHope #StormyLove #LetLoveSaveMe #OceanOfEmotions #WavesOfFeeling #IntrovertHeart #SapphicLoveLetters #SailingThroughIt

[olgagonzalezlatapipoeta]

 and i still stand here alone in black

 and i still stand here alone in black

   I am starting to  see  pieces

 of me now as I reach into

 the valley of roses unto

 the vices of those   death flowers

 easy to devour  in their

 stoic redness hands of crimson

 angels of blood am I now gone

    is that  the reason

 I thrash so against such a va.lley

   no my lovely girl my nice lo.ver

 my once sight love      as you did for

 hours at night can you lay your

 hands on me as I try to in.vent

 some semblance

 to create a ver.sion

 of a picture of my body

 capture my optimism it

 is there somewhere in the skies sna.pping

 up pieces of  clouds

 maybe I

 could make them take a bow and con.sume

 them into myself

   could you bring

 it back my optimism could

 you grip it with your bare hands cross

 the river with a static pic.ture

 of me and maybe just maybe

   save me

 and   take it all away

[sweetnettle]

TO JUDGE AND BE JUDGED BY YOU

Dear beloved

Im sorry i judged–i had to 

to divine the feeling, make sure

That the conviction has a pit  

I come back to myself

With caution 

Once i felt the feeling but i said

“They like him”

“Hes just annoying”

A year later she told me_____

Once i felt the feeling–

Cold and clenched beside them, unknowing

Then a text, saying______

Once i felt gray and neutral–

Comfort within the final dullness

Heat and heart lacking

I looked out, got dizzy

I wasnt let into the boys club,

Kicking rocks and counting

Sat outside to “wait like a woman”

The devil sent me signs:

mattress slid beside the water heater, no sheet on the cement floor

Too much teasing no jest, puts me on defence, ready for fight

Argumentative as nature

sensation has something to say 

my body has an answer 

I dont always have the words but i often have this feeling

Is it possible to judge without punishing?

Honesty is next to godliness 

and

Godliness is a choice

I dont break my rules anymore but ill help you break yours 

Just kidding–you dont have rules and i dont want any either

But i judge you for your lawlessness 

is there a better way to feel this feeling?

Your tongue in my mouth, i want to bring you home, wont allow it

I leave you outside the whole foods

I judge and envy the free-er-minded

“Are you mad at me?”

water always keeps the score 

that’s why the body holds this warning

judgement is key but 

be careful of the harshity or

be judged by god

If i dont judge who will judge me?

If i dont judge who will judge for me?

If love sours   because   i judge too harshly

or

not harsh enough?

too late or too early?

If i do judge too harshyly

I hope to stay lucky

but

if theres only two genders now, I may as well be a bitch

When i talk to the source i say 

Leave the devil in the details 

He likes it there