"gayness" poems
I'm done repressing my gayness
Because it's the "Christian" thing to do.
I will wear ******* rainbow ****** pasties
And march in a pride parade
If I please
And then go to church and praise Jesus
And God and the Holy Spirit
For making the way I am
And how I am
Because he made me perfect.
I am gay
I am Christian
I am proud to be both.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
"That's so gay!"
A use of
Slang and slander
In
The
Wrong
Direction.
If they use
Gay as in
Happy
The
Way
Most
Have
Forgotten
It would be a good expression.
But if they use it
As a reference to
Homosexuality
Then
I
Don't
Get
It
I
Won't
Get
It.
You can't be more gay
Than someone else.
There's no scale
Or
Chart
To measure
Gayness
And it's a bad expression
So gay is
Bad?
No.
Gay is not bad.
People who say "That's so gay."
They are bad
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
Intolerant to Tolerance
(Poem by Serenus)
They tolerate your gayness
You should be so glad
That they’re not indifferent to your difference
They’re not the one’s calling you F*g
They tolerate your blackness
Racism…
They’re much bigger
In their minds
They’re colorblind
They’ve never uttered
The word N*gger
They tolerate your religion
Muslims,
Jews,
And Christians
Believe what you want to believe
They tolerate your decision
They tolerate your opinion
They tolerate your facts
They tolerate your voice
They even let you talk back
They can stomach you as a person
Isn’t that honorable?
Doesn’t it feel great…
To be so tolerable?
We all need to pull together
And strive to be prosperous
It’s time to move forward
And be intolerant to tolerance.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
12/30/2013
I Met the **** Hater
Have you ever seen someone so beautiful
that you felt like crying?
Have you ever felt so utterly Disgusted by someone
that you wished they were dying?
Do you think I feel gay guts and gayness in my genes?
Or did society manufacture me - one of their gay liberal machines.
I'm not sure which is better,
Either way you'll make me a martyr.
But I'll be your Hester Prynne baby
with my Big Gay Letter.
I cannot erase
that look on his face.
when he told me **** **** Go Away.
I'll punch you in the face just for being Gay.
A separation of message and mind.
Hateful judgment is not hard to find.
When I stand in the shower,
or sit down on a park bench,
I'm a **** to him clear as gay.
It's like he thinks I ate some magic flower.
My girlfriends don't fare much better - to him called a bar *****
This guy is the part of society that makes being gay scary to say.
He thinks Gays making out in public can't be allowed.
He thinks Legalized gay marriages should be disavowed.
He thinks Animal *** ********** and ****** are because of gays.
He thinks Gay **** between two women might be more okay.
He thinks *** should **** more gay people.
He thinks Criminalizing ****** would make things more equal.
He thinks Adam's choice of Eve or Steve is all that matters.
He doesn't care about myself, or your heart's fragile rathers.
This man is the **** Hater.
Not a rare breed at all.
He could be your waiter,
or your teacher,
maybe even your sales assistant at the mall.
I Met the **** Hater,
while I made out with a guy at the bar.
The **** Hater was kinda old, yet strong and tall.
But I didn't fall
down.
or become dehumanized.
When I caught a glimpse of his face
and saw that utter look of Disgust
that I just cannot erase.
I saw it in his face - the **** Hater's
'Homo Hate.'
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
I was doing it
A L L W R O N G
Because I thought about it,
I thought of
David Levithan
and his books
and I thought of
Alex Sanchez and
HIS books,
and
I thought about
Julia Anne Peters and
HER books.
And after I was done
thinking I realised
I was doing what
I hated.
Boy meets Boy isn't
a gay story.
It's a story about love.
Keeping You A Secret
is not a
lesbian love story,
it's just a love story.
Rainbow Boys Trilogy is not
a gay trilogy it's
a story about growing up and
getting along and
being in love and
being scared and
being stupid
and being brave
and being
a
friend.
I'm just thinking about them as
being about gayness because
they are gay,
even if you take away everything they
are love
stories
and
that's
it.
Love Is The Higher law--
about 9/11.
I Am J--
Being yourself--
a common theme.
Wide Awake--
finding courage and
finding yourself.
All these books,
and I've been looking at them
W R O N G.
I mean,
ten years ago
Boy Meets Boy
and
Keeping You A Secret
and
Rainbow Boys
was a
H U G E D E A L,
but now...
not
so much.
Maybe it's from living in a
household where gay
didn't exist,
Don't get me wrong,
I still want a book about
a character living in a
fantasy world or
utopia as a..
clone, maybe.
Or a dragon slayer.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
Being gay isn't bad
But just the opposite
It's beautiful, it an expression
It's someones life, someones posture
Being gay isn't bad but just the opposite
I'am gay u might be gay but that's just us
Deep inside of all of us theirs gayness but only some chose to let it out
Being gay isn't bad but just the opposite a mixture of beauty and expression
Love and life passion and truth of what reality really is....
Being gay isn't bad just the opposite
Do you think the same thing?
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
I grew up on the boarder of city and country
On neo-folk and punk served with romantic classical
The kind of music that paints pictures
Rainy days were my favourite
My Mom didn't pay much attention to me so I learnt to play
With my wild imagination
Until Dad came home
He'd leave whenever he got mad "I'm going for a drive"
I loved dogs and horses and all natures creatures
Except cockroaches
Dear god did I ******* hate those things
My Mom was a pagan my Dad the member of a Catholic church
Mom told me if I am good in this life I'd be a unicorn in the next
My Dad just taught me the lord's prayer
My first friend told me I was going to hell
I knew she'd be a slug in her next life
School bells
I enjoyed school
I was a prodigy child in everything except math
Dad pushed me into Karate, Judo, Rock Climbing, Soccer, Boxing
I liked playing my piano and drawing my dog
Sports made me uncomfortable
My first kiss was with slug girl
She was pudgy and had a cute smile which I was jealous of
But she screamed and ran away
That was the first time I heard the term "gay"
I started to like boys because I thought it was "right"
My Mom said "we all love our friends" but my Dad frowned
I loved my Dad
I wanted him to love me too so I kissed the boy I grew up with
It was gross
I kissed many boys after that and tried my hardest to forget slug girl
We moved into the heart of town and I wore more black
I stopped playing with my Matchbox cars
I stopped galloping about like the horses I desired
I put on a little eyeliner and the bullying I faced when I was younger
Made me weak
It got worse
They tormented me those kids
I wished them all dead but I knew Karma would get them
Eventually
Now I am still drawing animals and writing and playing piano
But I wont ever forget my Dad and his silly beliefs and *** Pistols
I embrace my gayness although not to it's shining potential
But I will always love myself for everything I was
Am
And ever will be
My story is far more dark and complex than this but to tell it would take a lifetime
My whole lifetime
And more to come
x
Kaity
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
I remember sitting
around the tracks
with my comrades.
We were in rolling fields of clover
back then.
The doves that flew above us
had no clue
about our firepower.
We had .50 cals
and we picked our teeth
with splintered bone fragments.
To think
we even had the time
to smoke and joke
about our ridiculous nicknames
brings a smile
to my weathered-fface.
Moose was toothless,
lost them
to some drunk civilians
in a bar fight.
Wagner, the skinny one,
always cracked me up.
I miss McMinn's toothy-grin
and the way French
always wanted out,
constantly feighning his gayness.
Radosavich loved his rock and roll
and Flint sparkled from his hole
carved into the hillside.
Moore had chicks galore
and McLemore got his
divorce papers by airmail.
He went eerily silent
while Top barked ******** for us to do.
The Man was clueless,
but we protected his ***
anyways.
We had bills to pay.
I really miss those *********
They were the best friends that ever were.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
I love it whenever Cookie. . .
kneaded her cute paws on cushions. . .
slept on my bed. . .
slept near the TV. . .
slept on top of the furniture cabinet. . .
slept in between my legs. . .
gave us Norman, Zoe, Vincent and ****** (but he sadly left us so soon). . .
played with her kittens. . . and. . .
defended them whenever Buddy bullies them. . .
gave me gentle gazes. . .
gave me gentle meows. . .
looked at me with her big, innocent eyes. . .
played very energetically. . .
showed her the moments where sheʼs still a kitten at heart. . .
she comes whenever we call her. . .
she responds to calling her name. . .
was very affectionate. . .
melts my heart every time. . .
she rolled around whenever she was playful. . .
she told off Claudia sometimes. . .
comforted me without any effort. . .
I love her tri-colored coat, her beautiful innocent eyes, her cute face that I will dearly miss. I may have not shown you how much I love you, Cookie, but I will always remember you through your babies. I will protect them.
I love it whenever Oli. . .
knocked over things whenever he throwed a tantrum. . .
bit or scratch me gently when I irritate him. . .
whined when I hug him. . .
ignored me whenever I call him. . .
would give me a meow of warning before biting me. . .
followed me home the first time I saw him. . .
gave me that irritated gaze. . .
can be sweet when he want to be. . .
screams whenever he fights with some other cat. . .
doesnʼt want to fight other cats. . .
lightly bumps my hand or lean whenever I touch him. . .
slept beside me. . .
slept on top of the refrigerator. . .
doesnʼt care about pleasing me. . .
knew that I love him so much.
Oli knew how much I love him. I love the black spot on his lower lip, his orange eyes, his white and orange coat, the cute pattern of his front paws, his long orange tail, his innocent face, his gayness **** I love every single detail about you, baby.
I never thought that you impregnating Pola was a blessing in disguise, because I didnʼt know that you would leave us so soon.
You might be gone, pero lahat kayong mga dumaan sa buhay ko ay may kanya-kanyang espesyal na lugar sa puso ko. Miss na miss ko na kayo. Sobra. You guys are perfect. You didnʼt deserve any of what happened to you. Iʼm sorry I couldnʼt protect you guys from this cruel world. One day, you will get the justice you deserve. And the same goes for all of the animals they abused. Hindi natutulog ang Diyos. They will get what they deserve.
October 15, 2019 - July 22, 2021
October 14, 2019 - July 22, 2021
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 3:13 PM UTC
Sustainably globally gay – we need more of it / socially-conscious progressive group-think / openness through tolerance of diversity in perversity / justice for more more more of gay gay gay / it’s progress it’s now its queer-friendly because it's sustainably globally gay / when gay gets gayer the queering gets clearer / so let's start the conversation about homo-homo gayness / inclusion through cluelessness in transparent openness / by the way - get GAY / before the homosexual conversation queers the queerness of the ongoing conversation / let's celebrate gayness, OK ?
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Tonight is the night of renunciation,
O weary heart, shed that person
In tears and sobs—
For moon is weary carrying the grief of world
Wane her a little forgetting your woe tonight,
Tonight is the night of renunciation.
O perturbed heart, untie the hinged boat from
anchor and sail away from hopeless dreams—
For stars are burdened with undue hopes of men,
falling and fading from sky, reduce their weight
Bidding farewell to those memories tonight,
Tonight is the night of renunciation.
O innocent heart, love is despot, so end these grieving
for a person’s absence—
For the air is sick and sad sailing house to house
Lower her sadness abating your loss tonight,
Tonight is the night of renunciation.
O withered heart, saunter in the lawn this approaching dawn
Born anew, listen the chatter and flutter of birds,
For the sighs of lovers have turned their song melancholic,
Sing loud, O heart, return their gayness
For they’re not meant to suffer for our melancholy tonight.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
O woe this tragedy
Where hast thou brought me!
The environment is hostile,
The colors are so pale.
Take me somewhere special,
Some place to regale.
I'll follow thee
'til I fall weak in the knee,
In thine grace I trust.
O heavens behold!
The devil's own betrothed!
Thou burnest mine eyes,
On thine judgement my gayness relies,
So take me, oh trusted bird,
To a place nor burned, nor churned.
I'll follow thee
'til I lose ability to see,
In thine grace I trust.
In all my heart I dread,
Here is so wide spread
That many may see me.
A heinous curse! I can no longer flee.
Find me one more homely
So I might not feel so lowly.
I'll follow thee
'til I lose all sense in me,
In thine grace I trust.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
Oh Allen, the moment I read Howl I fell in love, Oh Allen the moment I read Kaddish I cried in beauty. Oh Allen the moment I read an article about so called beat poets I was content.
Allen for no man may ever be as beautiful as you. For no man may ever be as wise as you.
At night I sit reading obbsesevly over the big book named "collected Poems. 1947 to 1997, Allen Ginsberg.
Oh Allen for I love your gayness, oh Allen for I love your talk of obscenety, oh Allen for I love your poems which ring threw my mind during everyday caseual conversation.
I wish for that death could have delayed the taking of your beautiful soul, so we could sit down at Weeds cafe drinking coffee as we read 1861 by Walt Whitman. Or sit down in A new York Jazz club listening to A trio as we read each other's newest work.
When I daze in the light of the day I dream of you Allen. For some dream of sex,hourses or streak I dream of you Allen Ginsberg... I dream of you.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
The gayness inside of me was
was exploding into a heavy
spinning rise in the autumn
blue sky, marching trees
and leaves gyrating in the
cityscape, groovy pumping
beats filling the air, as huge
partygoers came hip hopping
on the scene. There was a
spark of passion in the horizon,
a sizzling flame intensifying
within this masterpiece, while
shirtless guys boogied and
swayed their hips to the
electrifying sounds of gay
pride. The accelerating
adrenaline amplifying
inside their astonishing
craftwork. The smooth
flow of waving hands
and deep dropping thighs
and ankles cruising various
dimensions. The rhythm of
bouncing shoulders and arms
lost in the wind, as I danced
and danced upon this glorious
wave. I'm in love with this
magical place, the vibrant
beauty blowing in sight,
the laughter and happiness
swirling through the exhilarating
crowd.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
I have never
(and hopefully
never will be again)
Secretly in such deep
Love with someone
Piano, guitar, trumpet, drums, voice
Brilliant in his ability
To absorb knowledge
His mind a sponge
Consistently chill
Not easily riled
Persistently positive
And funny
When we met I was
An overweight, ******
Textbook closet case
Face in textbooks
Eating and smoking
To fill the void
I’d find any reason at all
To spend time with him
Tennis?
Sure!, Let’s go!
Dinner out?
Who’s driving?
Monty Hall Piano Room?
Let me spark this joint first.
What’s worse was that I
Loved (and still love and adore)
His then girlfriend
And so it was this strange
Situation where I loved
The couple, was secretly
Obsessed with the boy
And so jealous of the girl
But I was too ashamed and
Self-aware to be nasty to her
Because it wasn’t her fault
Shame so locked in my marrow
I couldn’t even project
The insecurity it created
Cristo and Lirah
Would go out for a romantic
Dinner and I’d feel
More alone in those moments
Than any other
So I’d smoke and do school work
Or walk through the woods with Nayla
Or go eat with Jireh
~~~
Side bar: So it turned out that
Jireh had a big ‘ol thing for me
I was so blind because
Of my behavioral asexuality
‘Locked in’ gayness
Love for Cristo
I may have led her on for like, years.
That’s ******
And John had a thing for Jireh
Weird love non-triangles
All over the ******* place
- - -
We drank so much
I remember drinking every day for
The last month of my junior year
In WC14
Movie night?
Word: White Russians
Pair well with Bladerunner
My shame was so strong that
Even when I was blacked out
(Or nearly blacked out)
I could still use a Treuschler
Bathroom to ****
Then stare at myself in the mirror
And be disgusted with my
Own reflection
“You love him.
You love Cristo.”
“You’re ******* gay, bro.”
“SAY IT. "
"TO ANYONE.”
. . .
******* coward.”
Shame slicing right
Through the shitfacedness
For self chastisement
- - -
I told him I was gay
At a club in Baltimore a few days
Before I left for Micronesia
He said: “Where are we going
for your send off?”
I said: “The Hippo.”
He said: “You know that’s a
gay bar, right?”
“Yeah, man. It’s cool.”
I told him after returning from
Peace Corps
That I’d been in love
With him in our college
Years
Cool, collected and responsive
As usual, he said:
“Thank you.”
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
Not many people understand,
That I did not chose my sexuality.
Many people think it’s a decision,
But it’s not an who I was born to be.
It’s a radiant act of self-blessing
Something every artist must do sometimes,
When no-one else will bless you.
And it’s funny, good-nature,
and startlingly strange.
No my gayness is not a disease,
I fall in love like any other,
And I have goals in my life,
To have a family, to be a mother.
Its ‘gayness’ isn’t obvious,
but it’s in the tone,
the voice, the stance toward the world.
No matter the pull toward brink.
No matter the florid,
deep sleep awaits.
There is a time for everything.
If you think what I feel is wrong,
I guess you can think that way,
I am proud of being gay.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
I'm different from the advertisements
I'm different from being able to check the diffident
I'm differently formed, coffered the affidavit
The defendant left me in a spell of the time that I had lost
Imbibing my guilt in the adequate alacrity, inevitable wasn't it
The loss of my sensible sagaciousness and I took it to curtsy for my childish grin
Smirks and lenience were standing upon at gaze, in the confused crowd
Only you, you were standing in the surface flowing with troughs of tridents of storms
Making choices beyond your gayness, and pristine condition was your choice of gentleness
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
Dont **** me,
Heart-fuck me.
a poem from your gayness
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
I'm gay
But I never wanted to be
I never wanted this permanent thing
That defines me
I was ashamed of myself
I hated myself
I thought the church would turn their backs on me
I thought God didn't want me
Who would want a gay daughter
Nobody
I would pray that I was straight
Yell at the top of my lungs
"Lord take this gayness away!"
I got no reply
That day I almost took my life
Stop the noise
Stop the looks
Stop the hatred
Just make it stop
All that time I couldn't see
That God truly loved me
I missed all the signs
To worried about the pain inside
He wasn't ashamed
He loves me
He loves everybody
God made me this way
Not to suffer
But to inspire
That's what I'm going to do
Express my point of view
God didn't make me this way
Because He hates me
He did it because He loves me
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
I wear a rainbow bodysuit and my friends say, you can't wear that anymore, you're not gay. I started dating a guy, so I guess that makes me straight. As if my gayness no longer exists. As if my gayness can just go away. Just dissolve. Something I can turn off and on. I tell my boyfriend I want to go to pride, and he looks at me bewildered, like why do you need to go to pride? You're straight. I break up with my boyfriend. My gay friends question what happened to the lesbian in me? As If she died because I'm dating a guy. As if I labeled myself in a box. As if I labeled anything about me. As if… a gay girl cannot date a guy and still be gay. As if 24 years of fighting for my rights gets diminished the moment I date a guy. I break up with my boyfriend. I am ******* pansexual. I love based off of personality, emotions, feelings. I don't see gender… No I'm not ******* bisexual, so don't even go there. I have every right to date who the **** I want, when the **** I want, wherever the **** I want and **** who ever has a problem with it. My straight friends say it's about time. Now you can settle down, get married, have kids. I guess I couldn't do that before when I was “gay” right? Cause God forbid gay people get married, let alone have kids. Cause gay people can't settle down right? I break up with my boyfriend. I'm welcomed back into a community. A community that doesn't support me. That tells me i'm bisexual. I'm greedy. I don't know what I want. How can we support each other if there's bullies within? If our foundation is flawed, anyone can tear us down. And rip away everything we've worked so hard for. I break up with my boyfriend.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
Even though you were straight
I thought it would be great if you were gay
I longed to see the sparkle in your heart
The magically spectacular rainbow in your soul
I wanted to dance in lovingly lavender gardens
Throughout the day and night
Smell your precious, refreshing fragrance
Let our lips meet in unison
Erupting seduction eminent
Swathed in the solidness of your masculineness
Feeling your immaculate bare body against mine
Your hands on my chest
Giving them the best massage
Lock me in your arms tighter
Be awed by my beauty like a dazzling star
Make me feel collected in your incredibleness
I adore your tallness
Your thugalicious swagger
Your consumable, creamy, and velvety chocolate body
Taste my gayness
Tantalize my spine with your tongue
Let your mouth mesh with the back of my neck
I want a ********** love with you
Holding on to your body
I cherish your treasure
The contours of your face are gorgeous
Your body is a warm place always to stay
To collapse into your attractiveness
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 7:47 PM UTC
You say you have seen me in Yakima
You say in LA
You say you have seen me in Wichita
Just because I am gay
You say you have seen me in so many ways
But you have never seen any of my days
I become so disillusioned in what you say
So...
You keep saying
You have seen me in Portland, New York and Orleans
Maybe I dropped by Louisiana for some really good beans
Maybe the truth is I'm home, not seen at all
Just a victim of Urban Gayness giving you a fall
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
I owe nothing to no one
please God remember that
I write as I feel
and never hold nothing back
If you do not like it
please please don't read it
for if you dare to coat me off
my defence mechanized retort is f**k off
I do try to stay fluffy in words
as each and everyone is a child of mine
and if you don't get it
well you don't get it
I am not here to take the blame
and no ****** way will I refrain
if you want gayness implement's
then you are the queen of the game
Be who you have to be
and please don't ****** me
if you knew me, you might be cute
but don't read me if it hurts
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
there’s this boy
and when he smiles or speaks or laughs i’m FILLED with joy.
he likes me and i like him
and i’m always JUST on the rim
of kissing him. or, crying.
it should be easy to feel this
i mean at the WORST you swing and you miss.
but i’ve never liked men
and i only JUST got okay again
after accepting my “gayness”. but, i like him.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
He is my infinite heavenly universe
An ardent sparkling treasure
That spellbinds my entireness
That refreshes me with his boundless bright smile
In the mighty, rising, and towering sunshine
I find warm exalted solace in his long, macho arms
My ****** hypnotic, and rock-solid heart-throb
My fierce superior showstopper
I utterly love his boldness, dopeness, and showiness
How he has me bound by his beguilingness
Slowly slipping away from the realm of reality
Into the galaxy of his majesty
Listen to his strong, baritone voice
How I rejoice in all his wondrously
Impressive and poetical majesticness
With profound and appealing charm
So suave, enthralling, and remarkably knowledgeable
So badass and splashy as ****
I wanna caress his full flawless beard
Rub his broad tattooed pecs
Kiss his magnificent, manly-looking shoulders
Treasure him from the top of his head
To the soles of his feet
Taste every passionate incomparable word he speaks
Bewitched by the delicious richness
And slickness of his glistening and thrilling masculinity
When I take him into my innermost
Regions of my existence, stoke my homosexualness
Unleash his intense, relentless heat
Break open my mind, body, and soul
Make me so hopped up and shell-shocked
As he taunts my architecture
Enchant my inner woman
Let me be the only one that manliness craves
Teach me how to please thee
Show me the way into his **** *** sound system
Take into the hottest mind-boggling stages of ecstasy
Stare into the mirror of my queer world
Deflower me, devour me, drown me
In his unrivaled enticing delightsomeness
Draw me into his bright shining enchantment
My gayness suspended in his web of vivid fervent sensualness
I greatly adore his crisp, moist sweetness
Find deep meaning in his chemistry
Delve into the radical chapters
Of his magical page-turning attractiveness
My untouchable succulent drug
He has me so turnt up
Feening for one more hit
Of his desirable high-powered ****
Apr 11, 2023
Apr 11, 2023 at 3:57 PM UTC