Poetry

The Hard Time Waiting. Top Story - October 2024.
A morning view in foggy frame alone for me The man I love is crumbling in his agony A beautiful life will faint away and nobody see
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Pride
Being Transparent or Opaque: Life's Toughest Choice
Do I stand tall in the light, where all can see, Who I truly am, who I aim to be? Or do I hide behind shadows, where I blur, Changing my colors, as voices concur?
By Adarsh Kumar Singhabout a year ago in Pride
Her | Haiku
. . It is always her the final destination of my every poem.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Pride
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
I've met myself in media many times seen myself on subways, highways and byways in books, in mirrors, in sad and happy voices
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Pride
What the hell am I (and who the hell cares)?
Hello, nice to meet you! If you don’t know why you are reading this, my name is Neko Case. I am an American musician. I get interviewed and asked many questions. Some are too hard to answer in a few sentences, or 140 characters àla Twitter, and sometimes they simply distract from what I want to discuss: the music. MUSIC is my job.
By Someoneabout a year ago in Pride
Love
Yes, I love you, I love her, too, Our hands were made for holding, Not one, but two, Yes, I have feelings for males, And females,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Pride
Shattered to Strength
The crushing weight of anti-love you used against me kept me down without a way to breathe you found my weakest seams and pulled the strings
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Pride
Not a Misery Chick. Runner-up in Represented Challenge.
When I was younger, My peers thought I was "abnormal" because I didn't have crushes like the others, Or if I did, they lived in stories,
By Karina Thyraabout a year ago in Pride
Growing up gay. Top Story - September 2024.
When I was growing up: I chased this one girl around the table in our kindergarten classroom. I wanted to pretend she was the bride and I was the groom.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Pride
Nothing like a good book
I grew up in the late 60s, and by the time I hit 6, it was pretty clear I was gay. There was this girl in kindergarten I would chase around the table, just trying to steal a kiss every day.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Pride
In a Box
Don't touch me. Trapped inside a man's body, I hide. Shrinking down to waste. I peek through the slats
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Pride
Mis-conceptions
Being different mostly means being lonely, accompanied by a deep sense of isolation. This feeling, this alone-ness, that which makes us unique,
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Pride