Archive for the tag Poems

Abstract Nouns

the giggle bubbling at the edge of her throat and eyes glinting with mischief figures can't encompass the unadulterated joy of playing a prank

Poem: War & Rain

maybe my skin is pale, or it’s not or maybe i think i’m gay, or i’ve fought battles and cried and begged for my rights

Musings Of A Desi Lesbian

I am a shell of what’s left of me I’m not who I used to be So if you run into the girl I was Don’t hesitate to tell her, her cause Give her kindness and give her love Before she disappears above And becomes another constellation in the sky

An Absolutely Gross Love Poem

Blue were the days when you thought I wouldn't stay, Your eyes teary, a challenge, asking me to run away, But in the middle of the dark woods, we somehow found a way My words became the music to which you could sway.

Poem: She

The symphonic rhythms of her breath etched into my being, I look up at her face as she gently presses her lips on mine.

Pride

What if I could not celebrate 6th September publicly, What if I could not join the Pride march, What if I was not the torch bearer, What if I was not the path clearer, That doesn't make me more or less important.

elysian

The corners of her mouth rise up occasionally, as if she knows - as if she knows that the whole day, I struggle to find the words which describe what goes on in my mind, all the things I want to tell her; how her skin reminds me of the soil that I grew up on, how her dangerous eyes seem to lure me in, and how her magnetic soul has held me captive.

Poem: Love As Submission

He says things to me, he does things to me. Shh, don’t tell them, we’ll be embarrassed. Two loveless souls trying to fill each other’s voids. We make love, and tame those devils. Animals we were, but don’t you see that this is our way of love?

Private Matters

now that the private is political am i a liberal because i don't kink shame myself or because i go around calling marx "karl daddy"

Poem: Phone Sex

You come in less than a minute after I do But always after me And I wish you'd stay for a while and talk about the day- your day with me But the line goes dead soon after

Dear Queer Old Person

Convinced that she was comatose, the two girls stared at each other for a second or hundred – the squeaky titters ceased.

Hansel And Gretel: A Queer Re-telling

Gigantic, and covered in striped rainbow tiers, The house was called, “Safe Space for Our Fellow Queers” A wondrous haven, a serendipitous find, Here, Gretel could love freely and Hansel could bind.
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