Adi_may_be_dumb

We two boys together clinging
          	One the other never leaving
          	Up and down the roads going-North and South excursions making
          	Power enjoying-elbows stretching-fingers clutching
          	Armed and fearless-eating, drinking, sleeping, loving
          	No law less than ourselves owning-sailing, soldiering, thriving, threatening
          	Misers, menials, priests alarming-air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing
          	Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statues mocking, feebleness chasing,
          	Fulfilling our foray.
          	
          	-Walt Whitman
          	
          	
          	I read the book Two Boys Kissing and then read this poem, they’re both really great. So I thought my few followers might enjoy this poem! I’ll take any queer poetry where I can get it

Adi_may_be_dumb

We two boys together clinging
          One the other never leaving
          Up and down the roads going-North and South excursions making
          Power enjoying-elbows stretching-fingers clutching
          Armed and fearless-eating, drinking, sleeping, loving
          No law less than ourselves owning-sailing, soldiering, thriving, threatening
          Misers, menials, priests alarming-air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing
          Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statues mocking, feebleness chasing,
          Fulfilling our foray.
          
          -Walt Whitman
          
          
          I read the book Two Boys Kissing and then read this poem, they’re both really great. So I thought my few followers might enjoy this poem! I’ll take any queer poetry where I can get it

Adi_may_be_dumb

Trees by Seregent Joyce Kilmer
          I don't think I shall ever see a poem lovely as a tree
          A tree whose mouth is prest against the earth's sweet flowing breast
          A tree who stares at god all day and lifts her leafy arms to pray
          Who may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair
          Upon whose breast snow has lain
          Who lives intimately with rain
          Poems are written by fools like me
          But only God can make a tree
          
          This is my favorite poem, I've memorized because of how many times I've read it, I hope you can enjoy it as well!