Gay Poems - Morn Award-wng Gay Poetry : All Poetry

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• POEMS / GAY LOVE POEMS - THE BT POETRY ON THE WEBNEWTJOSHUA KENRYU   FOLLOWON FEB 16 2023 05:38 PM PST  BEE I WANTED YOU TO KNOW
• POEMS / GAY POEMS - THE BT POETRY ON THE WEBNEWTSOBSHAGS   FOLLOWON AUG 25 2023 08:30 AM PST  THE GLOSSY STUGGLE OF A ONCE YOUNG GAY MAN
• GAY AND LBIAN WEDDG POEMS

POEMS / GAY LOVE POEMS - THE BT POETRY ON THE WEBNEWTJOSHUA KENRYU   FOLLOWON FEB 16 2023 05:38 PM PST  BEE I WANTED YOU TO KNOW

This is poetry over cricism © on Sep 18 2019 09:43 AM PST, Jurell Whe love • gay • gay-love • lgbt-love • god. Homosexualy by Frank O’Hara. ‘Homosexualy’ scrib the act of g out as gay through the metaphor of an actor takg off his mask.

POEMS / GAY POEMS - THE BT POETRY ON THE WEBNEWTSOBSHAGS   FOLLOWON AUG 25 2023 08:30 AM PST  THE GLOSSY STUGGLE OF A ONCE YOUNG GAY MAN

They make g out and livg as a gay man or woman a much harr task than needs to be.

O Life!, Walt Whman, long thought to have been gay or bisexual, wonrs what good life brgs him. The double meang wh body and “boy” is clever and the acronym wh the poem metaphorilly speaks to the plights of a trans bo’y wak upthe bo’y looks at selfthe bo’y notic somethg missgthere is both too much and not enough flh on the bo’ythe bo’y is vered hairwhat a hairy bo’ysome mak look more like a bo’ysome mak look more like a monsterthe bo’y did not learn to shave om s fatherso tght self how to graze s sk and cut thgs offthe bo’y cuts self by accintthe blood remds the bo’y is a bo’yremds the bo’y how a bo’y bleedsremds the bo’y that not every bo’y bleedsthe bo’y talks to a girl about bleedgshe explas how this bo’y worksthis bo’y is different om hersbo’y has too much and not enough flh to be herthe blogy of a bo’y is jtbo’y will only ever be a bo’ythe bo’y is Blackso the bo’y is and will only ever be a bo’ythe bo’y uldn’t be a man if triedthe bo’y triedthe bo’y feels emptythe bo’y feels like will only ever be emptythe bo’y feels that will never hold the weight of another bo’y si of no matter how many ds f si the bo’ythe bo’y is a hollow fa attempts a nvcg veneerbo’y drs — what hips on the bo’ybo’y pats s face — what lips on the bo’ybo’y adorns self wh labels wrten for lovelier amwhat a betiful bo’ystill a bo’ybut a fierce bo’y nowa royal bo’y nowa bo’y worthy of beg lled queenwhat a dazzlg seto turn a bo’y to a lie everyone lov to look atthe bo’y looks at selfthe bo’y se all the gawkg at s glossthe bo’y hears all the mass askg for s missgthe bo’y offers all of s letters— ‘ b ’ for the birth— ‘ o ’ for the operatn— ‘ y ’ for the lack left s genwhat this bo’y would abandonfor the risk of  beg realthe bo’y is realenough and too muchexistg as s own erasure— what an elive d —evadg removalavoidg regnnleavg jt a bo’ythat is never lostbut n’t be found2"Dear Gaybashers" by Jill McDonoughMIGUEL SCHINCARIOL/AFP/Getty ImagWrten 2014, “Dear Gaybashers” by Jill McDonough is a mt-read for everybody, but pecially those who thk their tnts and jabs will sre off the LGBTQ+ muny om livg and lovg their life. They are strong, they are uned, and they uldn't re ls what you night we got bashed we told Rty howthey drove up, yelled QUEER, threw a hot dog, sped Now, is that gaybashg?

Good pied the fools: who buys a perfectly good pack of wienersand driv around San Francis chuckg them at gays? Dear bashers, you should have seen the hot dog h my neck, the srf Josey sewed om antique silk kimonos: so gay.

GAY AND LBIAN WEDDG POEMS

Youmissed lghg at , nfed, your raw hot dog on the and Rty and Bob make fun of the gaybashers, and Iwash my srf the sk. Not hot dogs thrown om F-150s, homophobic eaks. 3“Gay Pri Weekend” by Brenda ShghnsyThis LGBTQ+ poem by Brenda Shghnsy touch on an experience she had wh a lover and discs how they’re brought together by their past trmas and how wonrful is to be out, loud, and proud.

4“The 17-Year-Old and the Gay Bar” by Danez SmhDanez Smh’s LGBTQ+ poem about a 17-year-old a gay bar tells the story of feelg like you belong, and feelg like they mt be heaven to have found others like them and to be g-heavy heaven, blsed ground to thk gay & mean the fake id & the bouncer who knewthis need to be need, to belong, to know howa man taste full on vodka & ee of s.

I want to live on his tongue, build a home of gospel & gayetyi want to raise a cy behd his teeth for all boys of choirs & closets to refuge . For each gay kid whose adolcence was Ameri the forti or fifti the primary, the ccialscenar forever is g out —or not.