Rocky Horror Love She brought my life to life. She was beauty and intellect, Energy and interest And confident femininity. She wore a lab coat and glasses, With a pencil in her bun. She wore striped tights and glitter, With short skirts and bangles. How I’d like to see her now, My Rocky Horror Love, But our love was only mine, Invisible wall of heterosexuality … Continue reading Rocky Horror Love, a poem for her
I cannot play with you Today. I cannot take the time Today. But if you love me, take me Today. Save me from my duty Today. Remind me to live, to play Today. Or I might not care if I see Tomorrow. Continue reading Play with Me
Appreciate I cannot stand to see the way people make people cry. I cannot breathe when I see the suffering and struggling denied. Why can’t we all help each other to live our honest best? Why do we allow one dishonest soul to spoil it for the rest? Before you rise, remember how precious is the dawn, With all the world must face, it’s a … Continue reading Appreciate, a poem
A Place I Can Call Home Seems all my life I’ve been wandering, Days and nights the same. Maybe I’m just looking for someone Willing to share the pain. They say home is where the heart is, But I can’t find a place; Someone who knows how to forgive. Aren’t I deserving of some grace? For me it’s hard to find a mate, But I … Continue reading A Place I Can Call Home, a poem
Edge of Ending Barely holding on now, So close now to the door, Thoughts spinning windingly, Freer than before. It doesn’t have to make sense. Life isn’t grammatically correct. Imperfect but determined, A matter of matter-of-fact. These lines are not straight. These thoughts are not so narrow. These lights are not guiding. These bones have not but marrow. But if tips of fingers, of nails, … Continue reading Edge of Ending, a poem
Depressed Shout out to the depressed Just trying to get by. Keeping eyes open With regurgitated lies I don’t feel happy I’m not even that sad I say I’m hopeful So they don’t feel bad It’ll be okay If tomorrow ever comes But I’ll still be struggling To believe in the dawn. Hello, friends! I thought I’d share a little ditty I wrote as 2020 … Continue reading Pet Hamster Zombie; a Short Commentary on the Longevity of Feeling Meh
Time, Still Fall like stars, the sands of time. After all, you will be mine. You, who set my heart to beat Will someday set my heart to sleep. But when the day turns into night, And ticking hearts stop mid-fight, You too will find inevitable death. Time will be still; all will rest. Continue reading Time, Still
Brain Fog I’m trying to concentrate. I swear I am. But my heads all foggy And I’m losing to the demands On my mind and on my body So I’m curled up fetus-style, Waiting for someone to tell me I can stop for a little while. But I know I’ll try again. I’ll drive toward completion. I’ll get up and carry on, Without focusing on … Continue reading Brain Fog, a poem
Soggy Coffin Throne Quietly considering her own mortality, She feels salty water rise. Should she stay sitting, Half buried by crushed seashells, Rocks and bones and sand, Chilly air will be replaced by The unbreathable reality Of her soggy coffin throne As the ocean’s ticking clock Strikes high tide. Continue reading Soggy Coffin Throne, a poem
Unblinded Picture it: An unblinded world Aware of the pain We each feel and We each cause. Continue reading Unblinded, a short poem
Their Love 2, Foundations, is looking for gender-neutral, non-binary, and LGBTQ+ poems about family experiences. It is free to submit your poems, and you may win a cash prize! Learn more on the Contest Page by clicking below! Continue reading Free Poetry Contest
Too Early to be late It’s too early to get up but there’s so much to do. Can’t keep going like this but he Has to. All about the money and These nice things he has. Maybe he’ll try to lower His class. Tired of decisions about Everything from clothes to food. It’d be great if they’d tell him what To do. But that’s no … Continue reading Too Early to be Late, a poem about success
Before I stride by Lucidity Lamb Between two posts, there stands a gate. Within it’s shadow, I stand and wait. Beyond, there shines a vibrant sun, Out of sight of this begotten son. – Who am I now, before I stride? Who was I when I was alive? What choices made, brought me here? What sins denied? How many tears? – Before I step forth, … Continue reading Before I Stride, a poem of the in-between
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