Lgbtpoetry cerita

For those who enjoy poetry, but have a short attention span.

Her. She is the first girl that stole your breath and broke your heart. She is the girl at the bookstore humming to herself in the aisles. She is the girl who inked poetry into the margines of her notebooks. She is each girl you fall for, each girl who gives you a coy smile, each beautiful woman that makes your heart stutter and palms sweat. She is in the sway of the ocean, the pull of the moon. Her.

One sapphic poem or story a day, in little bite sized portions ;)

In this new poetry anthology, I discard my shell crack by crack.

it's just a goddamn mess. but we've always been a mess. a fucking beautiful mess.

Minimalist poetry from M. W. Lind. An ongoing collection.

documenting my obsessions and love affairs with various big divinities, i relate to Icarus on a personal level.

ON THE NATURE OF FLESH (AND THE FLESH OF NATURE) is a youthful mix of extended metaphor, low humour, rambles about nature, society, capitalism, queer politics and anything else that the poet feels at least mildly strong about. 🌱 #1 in lgbtpoetry #1 in poetryanthology

Hey, here's a collection of my poems! i'm an amateur, so they might not all be that great, but i'm trying my best. some poems may be triggering, as i write about my mental health often as an outlet to my emotions. if the poem may be triggering, i will put a * in the title. that's all, thank you for reading, and i hope you enjoy! :)

The summer of Lockdown, isolation and love.

Free-verse poetry describing the speakers love for a girl with a beautiful voice. Inspired by The Song of Achilles by Madeleine Miller (honestly the relationship between the speaker and the beloved is very reminiscent of patrochilles)

Just some semi gay love poems Ok maybe they're all gay but whatever. It's the only love poems I can write cuz I for sure ain't straight! Nice try though!

whiskey brown eyes are my only alcoholic addiction

are you sorry that you did it or sorry you got caught?

Stasis. 1. a period or state of inactivity or equilibrium. A collection of poetry written mid pandemic and mid depressive spell.

A collection of poetry revolving around my own aro-ace identity.

i'm getting swept up into my fantasies of fate and chance and luck and acting like the immature kid i am help.

"If you are the sin I committed, then I will never regret it." . . . . . . "your stares impale me, Makes me feel worthy, when they allege, that you are out of my league, I can't say that ' I love Thee.' . . . . It's a story of love between Kim and Porchay. I thought to write the story like this. Hope you will like it.