Gay Poems - Poems about Gay

... When I was a young boy I knew Memorial Day meant people came together to remember…to commemorate…to pray… but back then I did not understand the true meaning of the day. To young me it was jus......Read the rest...

...There are pelican prints on this map the suspicious sea captain said. We all denied seeing a fowl using his desk, for we wanted our heads. He had a cutlass and was not afraid to use it on any of us......Read the rest...

...My plate is always piled yet my fork has nothing on it, beamed up by sensory overload onto a different culinary planet. Please don’t think me rude for leaving most of each meal, it’s simply an ......Read the rest...

...My name is so special; I would not exchange it for a bunch of flowers or a day’s political power, it is very common and I get very angry when you miss-spell it, miss-pronounce it or use it in vain. ......Read the rest...

...How does she get so many things done and make it look like fun? We all stared at the woman, lying out in the sun. She was reading a book, showing off her burgundy hair. Like a lioness, she was als......Read the rest...

...Constant below the belt down pinning is a manifestation of extreme fanaticism, especially of women to men and gay to men and implied sexual craving. ......Read the rest...

... My healthy arm will be your stay; And I will smooth your pain away; And when I see you hang your head; It will be my turn to watch your bed; And tears of sweet affection shed. " ......Read the rest...

...Boom decorates herself as if she were a Christmas decoration What kind? I asked, sugar cookies, divinity or another confection? More like a tree, her hair is full of bulbs, all silver and such. I ......Read the rest...

...i see the way you look at him, holding his hand, kissing him, and i see you’ve been cursed. cursed to love a man you never truly loved, cursed to lose the girl who gave you butterflies. if y......Read the rest...

...Better live your life in gay Than wasting your breath spitting in the wind everyday Like a goat bleating Without knowing what it's hitting Better clean your own face And run your own race......Read the rest...

...Does it all matter? That I am gay, I am a lesbian? Does it all matter? that I am transgender, I am Intersexual? or rather Asexual? tell me, Why does it matter how I walk, How I dress, How ......Read the rest...

...None of my shrunken heads are happy the tribal chief said. Was he not quite upside up in his own oversized head? Did he not know that most skulls do not like to be shrunk? Maybe he said it because......Read the rest...

...In a house, half-mad, with mother and dad, And a labyrinth he couldn’t escape - He trudged the maze, with a string ball, so sad. The sky’s warm, gay orb, too, was round in shape. So pretty wa......Read the rest...

... I hear the boots of Krystallnacht marching in our streets Heil, Hitler… Heil, Sinwar… Heil, Hitler… Heil, Sinwar… I hear the glass of Krystallnacht clinking 'neath the......Read the rest...

...He began a voyage to a land afar, But on every step in his journey, he shrunk. He wanted to go to a far distant star, But soon diminished to the size of a skunk. He climbed up on a slippery ......Read the rest...