"homophobes" poems
I. Sexuality (textbook definition) - capacity for ****** feelings.
II. Sexuality (urban dictionary) - having been born liking either males or females. Sexuality encompasses being gay, bi, straight, lesbian, *********** or transgendered. Sexuality is the drive designed in humans to what they are attracted to. Most people mistake the word lifestyle for sexuality which is why there is ignorance in our country.
III. Sexuality (to homophobes) - a sin unless you like your opposite gender. No exploring your sexuality before marriage. If your sexuality is anything but straight you're going to hell.
What is sexuality when you develop a sexuality before you even know what *** is?
How is something a sin when it's developed before you reach kindergarten?
I knew I liked girls before I knew how read.
How did I choose to be gay when I have no recolation of ever making that decision?
So the question I come to ask myself is what, I rather how is sexuality?
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
I watch him as he's treated like a germ
behind his eyes there are whimpers
A secret held
for no one should know
because once its revealed
they treat him like a *******
My heart cries out and yearns
to console
to show him acceptance
as he struggles to do so
Death's cold breath raising hairs on his neck
At seventeen he faces this foe
Lost in a world that holds too many
Homophobes
Curse all of them
Curse his darkest taunting hours
Curse the creators of this Reaper
and when they walk in the fires
crying out
I hope the devil relishes every moment
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
Homophobia is not funny.
Care to hear what is?
The wrenching fear boring holes in your best friend’s once bright eyes
every Thursday afternoon, when she must enter a changing room filled with hostile glares
The violent purple bruise re-emerging beneath your brother’s left eye
the same bruise he told your mother about three weeks ago
that he’d “gotten in a rugby accident”
The gnawing feeling of loneliness in your classmate’s stomach as she lies in an otherwise empty bed
no longer able to hold her girlfriend’s hand in public
following a run-in with her mother at the supermarket
The boy next door who can’t bring himself to leave his bed
Immobilized with anxiety and wrapped up in the sheets
(it’s been six days, nine hours, and forty-two minutes since he told his best friend.)
The young woman who serves you your coffee on Saturdays
living on less than minimum wage for three years now
Since her mother left her to the streets
The kind boy you used to date, he’s been single for years
Caught and confused between miserable safety
and endless happiness
- - -
I lied before.
Not an ounce of wit lies within these words.
This is simply
an open letter to homophobes:
Find some ******* ******* originality for your jokes.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
Some people might not accept it
But don't you accept that
Any homophobes are just brainless prats
It's not our fault we are different
And define different anyway
Because it really doesn't matter if your lesbian or gay
Ignore any insults that come your way
Because the hate is a plate and the person is a tray
So knock that tray over and let them clean up the mess
And remember just because you love more doesn't make you any less
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
I was born a sin.
I was born a lesbian.
For all you who think I chose to be this way.
You made a horrible mistake.
You think I would chose to be hated for my ****** orientation?
Do you think I would chose to get taunted and threatened more than once a week?
Do you think I love the way people stare at me when I so much as wear a button that says tolerance?
Do you think I like getting called a ***** and a sin?
Getting told I'm an abomination to the lord?
Do you think I like reading articals about gay bashing a and hearing from my gay uncle about his expirence growing up gay in nv?
He told me once when I first came out that I don't know if I'm lesbian, and if I ever think there is a possibility of being straight that I'd better go take that chance.
He knew what I would go through and wanted to protect me.
I got taunted and teased at school.
Stupid boys didn't leave me alone.
I relied on violence to protect myself.
Finally I began to get angry.
I wasn't okay anymore.
I spend more than half of middle school is residential treatment centers fighting depression and bipolar disorder.
I got to watch my girlfriend/ best friend turn into nothing due to drugs.
So you still think I chose to be this way?
Well **** you!
I didn't get a choice.
It's not like I woke up and thought hey today I think I'll go be lesbian.
Go find a girlfriend and just do it despise all the homophobes out there because I like being difficult.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
****** homophobes
circle around me like sharks
waiting to taste me
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
Meaningless *** Poem
5/4/2014
Set your gaze upon the man across the bar.
Watch him as he casually drinks a beer and laughs with his friends.
Gossiping about past drunken nights' ends.
Ends that were met with a warm welcome's comfort.
Ends that involved taking a woman to bed without much effort.
How many do you think that man slept with in high school?
A mindless **** count as if they were tools,
willing to be wielded and fooled.
willing to be picked up and ******
in the back of his ****** '04 pickup truck.
Maybe he's had at least one meaningless ***** with that **** of his.
So tell me this.
Please, why is the *** I have meaningful to him?
If his *** is shallow, then why does mine fill his hatred to the brim?
What's worse is the way he claims to 'know.'
The signs I give off that are guaranteed to show.
1. I wear tight underwear.
2. Their color scheme has a brightly colored flare.
3. I sit with my legs crossed in a chair.
4. That tells him I want it down there.
3. I get up and walk to the bathroom with a sway,
2. No straight man would dare do that.
1. ****** Marys and Long Islands are dead give-a-ways,
0. I held hands with a man walking into the bar.
But the same as him,
I could take someone home and forget their name.
I could gloat about it to friends the next night out for two minutes' fame.
I could go on with what to him could be an ordinary day.
But because it's me, it's more meaningful to him.
Because I am gay.
Let's have a toast for the ********** as Kanye once said.
Let's have a toast for homophobes who take women meaninglessly to bed.
meanwhile my meaningless *** only finds meaning in their heads.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Slippery insanity careens through marble forests,
trained insurgents capture dragon flies
grinding them up for pixie dust,
cowards siphon rain drops from entangled subatomic particles
inscribing hopeless anecdotes for economical tyranny,
bloated bumble bees bomb pearl harbor,
golden harps sprout wings chasing lost lovers
nourishing their insipid dreams,
homophobes parade **** inside sinking ships,
graveyards sneeze showers of formaldehyde,
nature's chemical cathedrals synthesize
the eleven dimensions of space and time,
summer's daughter bathes in autumn's waters
a myriad of memories engraved in the brain's tissues
trace the tapestry of neural plasticity
Prometheus's pollution and the alchemist's sunset
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 2:15 PM UTC
I wake up and feel something is askew.
Then I remember what I heard last night on the news.
Then I push it aside and turn on the TV.
I’m sure someone can deal with it better than me!
Our politics are failing. Society’s flailing.
Getting’ crushed under the weight of our own pompous detailing.
But I don’t mind, there’s nothing I can do.
I’ll just grab a bite, get another tattoo.
Maybe by the time I’m done, it’ll have worked itself out.
If it hasn’t I’ll just shut my eyes and think of something else!
I guess I could try to make a difference,
But I’ve got more important things I have to deal with.
Like the season finale of my favorite show,
A bottle of Jack to finish and a party to throw!
I guess I can try to help out, if I’ve got the time. We’ll see.
Hey, look! Beer over there is buy-one-get-one-free!
I gotta stock up for the big game tonight.
Gotta go. I’m sure you got the problem covered, right?
Drunks and liars and posers, you’re fired.
Idiots, ********* worldwide mob masses.
Outcasts that walk alone, self-loathers, homophobes.
Jesus freaks. One more drink. Intelligence levels sink.
Dumb jocks and ****** Gangbangers. Guerilla wars.
Drop the dime, save the time. Pretend you’ve lost your mind.
Uppers and downers. Immigrants, minors.
Emos and cheaters, and ******* wife-beaters.
****** ex-girlfriends, freaks, frauds, text message sends.
Alcoholics relapsing. Governments collapsing.
Oil spills, anything for thrills. Hold on, just one more ****
Suicide bombers, no mothers, no fathers.
This world’s so ****** up, how will it end up?
I don’t wanna know, don’t wanna see.
Don’t make me face reality!
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
I feel unsafe now, even though I'm not
in that place. He really does trump them all,
doesn't he - the bigots and fascists,
homophobes and racists alike. He is
going to lead them and unite his country
in hatred against us. We are becoming
afraid again, the lost and the ostracised,
so we will hide from the people who will
reverse our progression into the light and
lock us in the darkness of a conservative
world. But it will not be enough. They will
find us, they will shame us and they will neglect
us, sending us back to the fear and danger
of being free. They will tear our wings from
our backs and leave us to die, bloodied and
trampled, in the dust that is settling
on our "freedom".
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
Jaundiced minds
In Red, dim lit rooms
Speak of the burning rain
With barbarous
Atavistic articulations
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 10:41 AM UTC
I wish I could fly
I wish I could die
I wish I could spend more time with my dad
I wish I could start a fad
I wish I wasn't so much of a home body
I wish I could be a super model hottie
I wish I could be loved
I wish I could have a dove
I wish I could finally make a wish and have it come true
I wish I would just stop thinking about me and you
I wish I could stop wishing
I wish I could go fishing
I wish the world would be a better place
I wish the blind could see
I wish the deaf could hear
I wish the homeless had homes
I wish the poor were rich
I wish the mean people we're nice
I wish the diseased always had a cure
I wish the racists would stop being racist
I wish the homophobes loved gays
I wish that cancer would disappear
I wish that there weren't any fear
I wish that the bad people wouldn't be here
I wish that we could see the thunder
I wish that all of us could wonder
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
I'm going to the markets
In a group of homophobes
Dressed like a ******** lesbian
I am a secret Gaygent
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 9:10 PM UTC
Let them stand tall for now
One day they're gonna fall
Count to 10
You'll feel alright
Move on, let's do our thing
**** them for not getting down to our music
They're not worth getting angry over
Let this spark keep us going
Let it happen
Time goes by whether we hate it or not
Let it happen
May the serpants hiss at our misguided ways
You thought you'd be happy by now
Well you're not
The cold reality is that **** doesn't change
But it will happen
Our vices control our nature
Spread the solitude
But anyways
***** homophobes & ******* patriots
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
There is a fine line between enabler and friend,
my bed sheets are always covered with ash.
But this story only works for about a month
after that I’m just repeating myself.
My eulogy said I donated my organs
the day I was born, the day and died and…nothing
so she wouldn’t be ashamed of my wretched life.
But I’ve been feeding flies with embalming fluid for years
we’re all born with a death sentence, baby
I am not the first, and at least I made it interesting.
Hidden among chairs filled with the saved
are the tatted, strung out and pierced people
and three angry women in the front row, boldly
Loud enough to tell my mom it’s her fault
Loud enough to tell homophobes that I was bi-sexual
Loud enough to tell the church that I think god is ********
That preacher talked faster and over them
but I wanted a scene
because if anyone ******* really cared
they would want to know the truth that
my worth was not singularly seen in my art, and
that deathbed conversion was merely fiction.
Funny how my last hurrah on earth was yours, mom
my life story told by the uncle who
dispenses guilt dissolving pellets
and the born again preacher whom I never even met.
While my true friends raged and cried in their seats
waiting for an invitation that never came.
Was that song part of this big distraction?
Half the heads nodded in approval
but the few clenched their fists and shook,
and I love them for that
and for all the times they had my back.
For the time they tried to get me into re-hab
and the time they pulled my car out of the ditch in the rain.
Thank you for not pretending I was something you wanted me to be
for loving the good beneath my ****** scented brilliance
ass-up passed out in the bathroom
crawling into strange beds.
Let that preacher say whatever makes you feel better, mom
with the message that talks about Jesus instead of me.
There was more oxygen in the needle than in your womb
and we both know one air bubble can spell disaster
so save your breath for someone who doesn’t
hang crosses
around
already hung necklines.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
I showed you love but you were color blind
All you could see were two colors:black and white;
Man and woman, woman and man
Thats what you see, love living only in binary
You're straight with the hate when two from the same gender procreate
You're pro-life but never did love life nor live a life of love
All you are is hate hiding behind your faith
I could diss you and spite but yknow I'm not like you
I swing my own way, why should you care if it ain't straight?
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
Nothing could be finer
Than to have a real ******
In my britches.
I’m changing what I’ve got
Don’t tell me I am not
All you *******
Some don’t think my gender is my place to decide
They don’t know that I’m a woman inside.
Nothing could be finer
Than to have a real ******
In my britches.
Nothing could be better
Than to change my gender letter:
Make it legal.
All will call me miss
Or give my *** a kiss
And make it regal.
I have been a girl inside my whole entire life.
Now, if i want, I can be a wife.
Nothing could be better
Than to change my gender letter:
Make it legal!
I don’t tell the homophobes just how they should be.
They all need to do the same thing with me.
Nothing would be sweeter
If I never had this peter
To confuse things.
How happy I will be
With that serenity
That a cooze brings.
You may doubt the logic here, but I’m here to say.
Trust me when I tell you I’ll be happy that way.
Nothing could be finer
Than to have a real ******
In my britches.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 4:11 AM UTC
But why should I waste
My time on abusive homophobes?
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
Back
Long before i found my truth
i was hiding.
And i hid well.
Behind walls of pronouns
and long sleeves to cover.
Behind book covers and
blank sketchbooks.
i was fading
Then i found something.
i found poetry.
i would write pages
and pages
of impermanent pen.
Angry lines removed beautiful
TRUE
cries of attraction and attention
i bled words and cried ink.
To be honest,
"She"
my muse, my love, my angel
became
"Him"
****** and painful.
Now i have light.
F**k you homophobes,
Those who made me uncomfortable in my own skin.
I come out
STRONG
And i love her and
She loves me.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
First we left the EU
and the prime minister didn't know what to do
he left us with an empty number 10
and a handful of homophobes to fill it in.
Finally we were making progress
after hundreds of years of unacceptance.
Now the economy's a mess
and we have no defence.
We seem to be going backwards
but no one ever said 'trust a politicians every word'
Regression of the UK
lies told every day
building up hope
then the day after we hear nope
'I didn't care for politics
I'm just a overly patriotic piece of shit'
So every thing will stay the same
and the UK will waste away
because of a bunch of lies
and hundreds of people terrified
for their future.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
Humans, so weird, yet so intricate and fragile,
The horrors they've caused, so vile!
Some see the world as a black and white tile,
That simple, that closed-minded, is how they think,
Their traditions, simply the link,
That stops others from putting a ring,
On their same-gender lover,
Force them to put on a stupid old cover,
Can't let a person love another,
Oh buy you would rather,
You would rather snap at her,
For loving some other,
Her.
They find you inferior, because you're you,
Escaped the binds they never could,
So they create fetters of hate,
And put you in them, why?
Because it isn't "normal,
Even though they're even though they're caged by belief,
That they're in the right,
When really, they're shooting the wings of
Lovebirds,
Just trying to love,
their
Lover.
But it's fine, dear lovebirds of the world,
Their "right and wrong", will be hurled,
What was once, absurd,
Your love, always undeterred,
The word, it'll be bettered,
For all to live in peace,
The hate, will cease,
Cease to even merely exist,
All of those homophobes, sexists,
Will lose their hate,
And we'll live in a world,
Peaceful, in harmony, and without
Prejudice.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
Funny how small the world is when it's not
Someone for each and everyone it seems
Until I reached my name, so I thought
The trans girl I attend school with exists only in my dreams
Surrounded by lovely people as well as some not so lovely
Various identities and orientations crossin' over
Two years nearly like this, and someone like me I've yet to see
Chance encounters in this full, desolate land are four-leaf clovers
Hard not to lament loneliness even when friends are there
Easy to force a smile and laugh as well as tell white lies
Sometimes make me feel a skosh needy, but I don't care
I stay wishin' for someone to gravitate towards to field my cries
Pipe down and keep dreamin', kid
Sit right back down and accept your fate
Too awkward, bad at first impressions, of that you won't get rid
You won't meet no girl like you, ain't that great?
If I were to meet my match, I'd be elated
The yin to my yang, the bullet to my gun
Give the F-word, hummingbird to sadness; like a balloon, I'd inflate
The good kind of mess; give dysfunction its 'fun'
I'd treat you like the lady you are
We'd sound similar when complimentin' ourselves, we homophones
Beat your face up and do the same to the ignorant, no matter how far
We'd have ourselves a gay ol' time, unlike a buncha homophobes
But above all else, I'd want to be there for you
Validate you and offer support whenever you deem it necessary
I want to be the best friend I can through and through
Do whatever it takes, doesn't matter how arbitrary
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC