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#achillean poem
gay-poet-from-hell · 4 months
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A braver man than me would say
“I am in love with you
I am in love with you and i want you to stay
I hope you love me too.”
A braver man than me would say
“It’s okay if you don’t love me
I would never force you to stay
Your happiness is all I want to see.”
A braver man than me would say
“I am terrified of being hurt
I am terrified of the happiness along the way
Because I could be left desert.”
A braver man than me would say
“I am happy and i am sad
And I am scared and I am excited and… okay
I’m ready for the ride, even if it ends bad.”
A braver man than me would say
“Whatever happens, we’ll be okay.”
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adarlingpoet · 1 month
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"Queer boys taught me how to love."
Made some prints inspired by my poem My Kind of Boy.
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c0ffeeboy · 1 month
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it is as if the stars want us to be together. it is as if the stars never want us to part. it is as if the stars dance their strange dance to move the cosmos in our favor. is it as if the stars are calling down.
"You have done well. Persevere. The stars alone will light your path. Sleep well, child. We shall watch over you, as we have always done."
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illcryatyou · 6 months
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What Makes A Man.
an original poem by William Thornton.
Scarred tissue stretched over begging bones,
Fatty deposits in places they shouldn’t be.
My chest isn’t what makes me a man.
Neither is whatever’s between my legs.
What makes me a man is my heart. My mind and my soul.
If you think my soul is wrong for being trapped in this mortal vessel, then maybe I’m not the issue here.
Legs wishing to reform,
A chest that just won’t shrink.
That’s what makes me a woman, right?
What makes you think I’m no man?
Is it my voice? My hair, my skin, my arms, my legs?
It’s all of that and more.
Everything about my body screams “WRONG!”
But you just see what you want to, right?
A pelvis trying to rip through the genitals of this cage.
Sex that won’t happen.
Children I can’t have.
Is it too much to ask?
I want to enjoy my body.
I want to treat it well.
But this one isn’t mine.
It’ll never really be mine.
Where is my firm, warm chest?
Where are the children for me to give?
Where do I exchange this body for my own?
How can I live in someone else’s body?
I don’t know if I can.
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youre like a potato that is, of course, to say i love you i crave you constantly nothing makes me feel as satisfied and if you asked me to marry you tomorrow the answer would probably be yes. "but thats a potato?" i dont think i care. nothing compares to the way they make me feel. safe and warm and happy again and again without fail. dependable. i really love potatos. and you, of course.
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mothmanbelothed · 1 year
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i love boys
i love boys and the way their shirts lift up when they stretch
i love boys and the way their laugh roars through a room
i love boys and the way they smile
i love boys and their stupid jokes
i love boys and the way their hair falls perfectly
i love boys and their excitement
i love boys but most importantly i love him
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fatuous-frog · 7 days
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When The Moon Leaves
You are the moon that I will never reach for I am just the tide I can only yearn for you, pulled by your gravity But the cloud veiled you and the dark embraces me instead, cooing me, soothing me away from thoughts of you
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skelezen · 27 days
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Sometimes my nerdy self looks at him and thinks of a thousand poems to write
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xan-the-emo-trans-man · 6 months
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and then the moon realized he was nothing to the stars. not needed or noticed, barely there at all
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finns-gay-thoughts · 5 months
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this boy is never getting rid of me. they got me attached and now im like a leech. stuck to them. couldnt live without you apollo <3
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gay-poet-from-hell · 1 year
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You held me
Keeping me safe
Until my safety meant too much
Until I was too much
Until I was no longer shiny and new
And I was so mad at you
I loved you
Like I’ve never loved anyone before
With my full heart
And ever bit of my soul
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tampon-eater · 1 month
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rate my poem
strawberry blonde locks intertwine salt and pepper streaks
big bang theory marathons that go on for weeks,
olive green sweaters and alpha wolf tees
having picnics on his hill house in the warm summer breeze
typewriters clacking writing flawless sweet notes
watching horrible histories after taking off green camo coats
sneaking tender glances mid re
coming out and finally feeling free
@scrvwnycherub publicly shaming you for writing love poetry about my teachers
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stupidkupi · 8 months
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you cooked for me once, in the time that we were together. pasta. vegetarian. i leaned against your doorway, not yet comfortable in any place that belonged to you, and said how touched i was that you'd listened to my nervous babble on our first date. no meat, but dairy is fine. it felt like the kindest thing anyone had ever done for me mixing handmade pesto in a white bowl. clearing away a stack of unopened mail from a stool so i could sit and watch the steam rise. in retrospect i can see that you gave me very little and i tried to build an entire future with it. you must understand, i had never been remembered like that, before. with purpose. without begging for it. i took what i was offered and ran.
-caitlin conlon
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20/12/21
If You are Achilles
I shall be your Patroclus
And if I am Hyacinthus
Will you be my Phoebus.
All great loves are a tragedy
But I want ours to be a comedy.
You and I as different as we may be
In the end all I want is us to be happy.
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honeyandbloodpoetry · 2 years
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Kissing a man like you,
Is like kissing grief on the lips.
A pool of water lilies wilted by the sun,
The break of a new dawn over a bloody battlefield.
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How can I forget?
How can I forget
When your eyes are swimming in sorrow?
How can I forgive?
How can I forgive
When that tragedy will drown me too?
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Grief,
Sweet despair...
Let me hold you
And try.
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heraldingwaker · 2 years
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The freesia stalks are cropping now
I wish I could show you their struggle,
Pushing through blades of grass only to be mowed down once more
You would like the freesias, I think, if they got the chance to bloom
So for now, just imagine with me
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