Best Gay Poems

Often made to feel you’re less
Should you care any more?
Can you escape the cruelty,
while occupying your own shore?

People remain unbalanced,
by only seeing you one way.
For their minds travel Straight,
they can’t understand Gay!

The world has moved on,
so kiss guys or kiss girls.
Embrace Straight, Gay, Bisexual 
or...

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For my satire group, and for Will; a fairy tale

To a fanfare of horns
The young knight returned
With a tale of slain dragons to tell
The princesses blushed
And the old queen flushed
And the gay knights were happy as well

He had cast down his cross
From the height of...

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We run, we jump, we cry, we laugh, 
     We sit, we stand, we're weak, we're tough,
     We're fat or slim, we swag and sway...
     We love like you love, and we're gay.

In...

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When I was 10 my world was fun
Filled with friends and joy & laughter
I didn't know what was to come
Who I'd become thereafter
 
11 came and I changed schools
With all my friends and aspirations
Along came homework and more rules
A pretty rigid education
 
Walking down the...

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That’s so gay.

You say,

As I’m brushing off the slang you defend.
My cheeks burn red trying to comprehend,
But I wont.

I wont grasp this trend.
I wont hear the monster.
I wont permit your condemn.
I wont drink the water.

Thirst. I crave acceptance.
I need the peace.
Allow transcendence,
Compel the hurt to...

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Being gay is a nightmare,
Yet not for what it's worth,
But for the social wear and tear,
Of not fitting in on Earth.

Does my taste for men inflict upon you,
A pain so great with which you cannot stand?
Does my choice for which orifice I go through,
Neccessitate legal...

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Slowly drifting, drifting away, and it feel likes I’m drowning.
I'm drowning, my eyes are drowning every time they surf into the world of pleasure, 
Seas and seas of bodies creating electricity  yet God hasn’t struck me for such sin,
Come closer, Come closer, I freeze...

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My name, it is Reginald,
and I’ve got a story to tell,
some folks, they will not like it,
they’ll cry out,”Go to hell!”

You see my wife beside me?
it wasn’t always this way,
’cause for the past ten years now,
I’ve been living an ex-gay.

If this makes no sense, relax,
some...

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I am a born gay…
With warm and cold feelings...
With dreams and untold stories…
People identify me as a perverts…
People swear with anger...
What have I done to them I wonder,
Don’t I have my rights…?
Don’t I have my place...?
In the world I was born to stay…
How can you...

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"Mum, he's gay", I look surprised, we only play
with dresses, lip gloss and high heels
I wonder why she says I'm gay, what does it mean
I ponder, and hold my dress up high
And turn and twirl in the mirror, wave
goodbye and smile, and jump and land,
hem...

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A keyboard was on a typewriter or piano
  Spankings were approved of, rarely condemned
Clothing was 'gay' --- brightly colored
  They rolled up the sidewalks at 10 p.m.

We said 'heck' for 'hell' and 'darn' for 'damn'
  Teachers were respected, never disparaged
Left-handed kids were...

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Go ahead and tell them
Look them in their bright young eyes
Tell them they're going to hell
For love
If they want salvation
They must go against their god-given nature
They must repent and regret and repress
They must reproduce
Because love doesn't exist without it
God forgive them if they're sterile
God forgive...

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I am transgender, a soul untamed,
Seeking solace, my true self proclaimed.
In this journey, I've found my role,
Here's what I need to be made whole.

Acceptance, a beacon to light my way,
Embracing love, where judgment won't sway.
A mirror that reflects my inner grace,
To see myself, unburdened by...

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If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours— Radclyffe Hall

Explore themes of love and identity
Of Stephen Gordon’s innate sense of masculinity
Since a child, her desire,  ‘women’
The idea that if love is considered a...

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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 you were a boy,
you said, so many years ago,
i think i’d want...

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