#Pride Poetry

[dianneking]

This is for all the ones that were told "It's just a phase"

This is for all the femmes who were told to "man up"

This is for all the mascs who were told to "be more ladylike"

This is for the "they/them is only plural"

For being told our love is innatural

This is for the stares

This is for the subtle jabs

For the uncomfortable family dinners

For the fear of coming out

For not feeling right in the shoes society tells you to fit.

I see you.

I am so proud of you

We are one and infinite

We are Pride.

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

He Bled Out In My Arms…

Are you proud of me mother?

I killed your son

Your beautiful baby boy is dead

And he bled out in my arms

I’m the thing you see behind his glassy eyes these days

His body is my puppet

And he’s dead dead dead

And my smiles are so much wider these days

Pretty soon I’ll start turning the corpse

Into something so much more suitable

A Frankenstein monster of all the things that you don’t want me to be

A chest that isn’t flat

The soft skin and feminine face

His voice, so rough and raspy

Will turn soft and you won’t hear him anymore

You won’t see him anymore

I’ll have erased your son off the face of the earth

Are you proud of me mother?

I’ve killed your son

He dead, I killed him

He’s dead

He’s dead

Your son is dead

Don’t hold on to the past

I killed it.

The past is dead.

Your son is dead.

I killed him.

And I was smiling all the while.

[orgasming-caterpillar]

On being trans, Madhav Solera

7th of June 2024

[aroace-everyday]

Hello my fellow Aroaces? Aroacians? Aroacelings? Idk...

Tomorrow is the day I write two poems, one for the AlloAros and one for the AlloAces among us, but should I write a third that combines the two poems into an Aroace Poem? - Mod V.

[totheidiot]

I say with Pride

I say with pride that

I have seen her each day

She picks up her pen with her soul tightly packed or —

Her computer screen lights up with the same power as the city lights

One word and then, another

A thought onto a page for you to feel

When she extends her arm towards you, take notice

Because in her hand, there is a note that reads the following,

I am an electric sensation, a cosmic being

And I see you and my pride for you is immeasurable

Immeasurable like the —

Stars in the sky

The door that stands with splinters

An artist’s dream

The patchwork world of stolen memories

Immeasurable like the —

Spot I buried my heart 

The shifting and changing plasma

The body that is mine

And like the sweet summer children.

And after saying what she feels,

She sits on the grass, all alone, the world under her

Do not be surprised,

When she looks up and sees them.

this is a poem dedicated to @poemsofanentomologist, the poet of all time. for this month of june, she had written so many poems, all dedicated to the phenomena of being queer. a poem for each day of the month. her poems have touched so many, and each one of them is so beautiful. as this month is coming to a close, i write this poem to victoria, a poem about her and her pride poems. victoria, i hope you like this <3. i am not a poet, not like you are, but let it be known that i tried my best trying to capture all of this in writing.

[ss-prose-poetry]

SUPER EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT

I have finally published about 24 poems, available through Kindle/Amazon right now as an ebook. Depending on interest, I may add a paperback version later with a better index.

I AM SO STOKED! Thank you for those who helped me reread poems a hundred or more times. Thank you for anyone who read any of my original poems or prose pieces on this blog. Please keep reading poetry always. 🫶

[morganblair23]

A bittersweet poem in honor of pride month (as it comes to a close)

My family tree contains

addicts, criminals, and racists

yet I am the family shame.

I am the uncomfortable topic

my parents avoid

at family dinners,

I am the stifled snicker

from old high school friends

that see me at the store,

I am the frightened glance

from mothers afraid

my existence will corrupt,

and l'll be the tears

that roll down my granny's face

while she prays for me to change

every Sunday at the altar

where an adulterer forgives

the rapists and the murderers

while condemning my love

as the greatest sin to exist.

Yet no matter what they think I am

I will ignore everything they make me,

because no matter what it is

I am happier being me

than they are pretending to be them.

-morganblair23, originally written June 2023

[httpch3rry]

cross my heart

i am not the evil you've been searching for

i've made my peace with God

i suggest you do the same

because flowers are planted

young people die

your words carved into someone's heart

say what you told me

say it to the grieving families

say it to the tombstones

and if it is sin

then let it be known my sin was love

yours was hate

[maryhall]

in 2013, i was thirteen

and the internet spoke

it said i couldn’t be me

because i was too young

to really know.

so i convinced myself

that i was someone im not

and for seven years i lied

to myself and to everyone 

that i was straight.

in 2018, i was eighteen

and the internet spoke

i was now old enough

to know my self.

[theunknownpoetssociety]

Companies rolled in their queer flags, and took down their pride sections, pushing us away like every other day. Only using us for profit, a quick buck from 'pride merch'. Sure we knew they only had malicious intentions, but we hope and hope it will change each year. Hope they won't use us for money, but they always do.

[onetimemacaroni]

OH FUCK TODAYS PRIDE POEM SHIT SHIT SHIT

I took a nap because tired and completely forgot I am so sorry writing it right now

[faded-lyte]

The scent of you is in my hair

I'm in a state of disrepair

My makeup smeared halfway across your face,

Your love's as wild as the flowers rising up between the towers keeping late night drunken drivers in their place

Started out as simple fun

But I knew you were the one,

Tonight my arms have found their home around your waist

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

Pride Poems Day #4 Theme: Transgender

Children of the Stars

Midnight.

I’m alone in my bed.

I get up stretch, and head outside.

Change into my favorite hoodie,

Walk to the field by my house.

Sit under the powerline, pull out a sheet of paper

How to see the Children of the Stars Step One: On a clear night, go out to a place where the sky is open & visible Step Two: Make sure you are alone, only certain people can see them Step Three: Look Up.

I look around,

I am alone.

I look up,

And I see them

They dance and laugh among themselves

One glows pink, but she’s wrapped in blue

Another glows blue, but he’s clawing at the pink surrounding him

and handing it to her

There’s a yellow one dancing by themself on the horizon,

One flickers between so many colors it’s hard to tell what they are

A red and green band plays music in the corner

All around there are so many

Colors abound.

Some are gray, with only the faintest hint of color glowing from within

They haven’t yet realized they are children of the stars

Some people want to kill them, hurt them, twist them inside out

They haven’t realized they are killing the children of the stars

I’ll remember you, Children of the Stars

Never let another sun set

Where you aren’t loved ever again

I'll love you, Children of the Stars

For as long as I am alive,

There will never be a sunset

Where you aren’t loved ever again

[trashypoemsbyscar]

the girl I could not love

she is the sea but I do not swim

so I admire her from afar as if drawn by tides and pulled by currents but I am fearful of the waves

I do not wish to drown.

(I would. drown, that is. I would plunge and never resurface, lose myself washed over and away by the ocean)

so I stand on the shore - salt in my lungs and sand in my heart - isolated on this beach

alone on the island, in love with the sea

--scar--

[lovablegf]

to my love; with all of my love

[atompowers]

When Time is Unlike a Sonnet

being Queer feels dangerous. I dread back to 14 (still dancing, winsome wincing smiles, still queer) when I found the fear. Being here, however, even in this liberal bubble popping shot through near

familiar street corners turning memorials, haunts me, through the lineages of queer kin that existed we who exist, despite deferrals claiming that's enough. To be smudged our color explodes twisted —

like great turning jellyfish swarms thrive catastrophic in the depth and diversity of deepsea oceans weird beauty. Neon frills and fins swim whirlpooling in volta formation found within found family herds

I want to spin and grind, to catch all careening. A love so dangerous. With every queer being.

On this dancefloor from the seafloor in a world/time on fire.