Gay marriage poem
Gay Marriage Poem
We could guarantee to elope
like my grandmother did
if a football team won
on homecoming night.
We could be good queers?
An oxymoron we never
longed for. We could
become wed-locked
as the suffix was once intended:
laiko, Common Teutonic for play,
not loc, Ancient English for a cave,
an enclosure. Instead
of a suit, I could wear my T-shirt
that avows, “Support Your Right
to Arm Bears!” Or we could
wed in bear suits
just as I saw people do
one summer in San Francisco
standing amid a grassy median
during rush hour.
They were so personally
anonymously political
blocking the ocean breeze
in acrylic fur.
Forget such solemnities!
I want to hasten through streets
shouting up to all my beloveds’ windows:
Friends! In sickness and in health
I decline to forsake you!
on Charlotte Street, Home,
Euclid, Decatur, Union,
Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave.,
38th, Woolslayer Way.
In the only wedding I was a part of
I was the petal girl
who held up the ceremony
kneeling to drop equal dividends of
petals beside every pew,
refusing to go away anyone out.
Let us speak without occasion
of relations of our choosing!
Tied intricately
as the warps and weft
Just in time to respond to the dramatic news about the Supreme Court’s rulings on DOMA and Prop 8, the Millions has published a affectionate tribute titled “Frank O’Hara’s Lessons for Being Gay,” by Christopher Richards. “In this moment of giving thanks and talking about what the new lgbtq+ future looks fancy , I’d like to propose a toast to a guy we owe more to than we have ever admitted: Frank O’Hara.”
Richards discusses O’Hara’s distinctive sensibility and inspiring stance towards the world:
What I find so inherent, celebratory and let’s-throw-a-parade-gay about him is his ability to love whatever is aesthetically pleasurable that he comes across … What I believe I learn from his poetry—if anything as auspicious as learning happens from contact with verse—is how to like. What we prefer, what we enjoy, and what we longing are as unique as a fingerprint and in O’Hara’s work having a coke with the man he loves is as sublime as a masterpiece by Leonardo or Michaelangelo.
I don’t consider there’s a adore poem that means more to me—and notice here that I don’t produce any claims as to whether or not it’s the love poem that should mean the most to y
As My English Class Debates the Legality of Gay Marriage I Daydream of the Boy I am Beginning to Descent in Love With
after George Abraham
My mouth is all wrong answers. I know what happens if
I speak & vanish the question marks on every slur.
I dream his lips against mine. Chapped. Red as an exit.
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I speak & vanish the question marks on every slur.
I think his lips against mine, chapped red as an exit.
He still calls himself straight even after we fuck.
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I dream his lips against mine, chapped-red. As an exit
he still calls himself straight even after we fuck
& I vanish in his bed. Years later, I’ll prove him right.
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He still calls himself straight. After we fuck
in his bed—I vanish. Years later, I prove him right.
Love is Love - an LGBTQ Poem
Poem - Adore is: For James and Stuart on your Engagement x
I wrote this poem, Love is Love, a few years ago now, and it has been sat in my notes, waiting for today - the day when James (my wonderfully supportive and caring big Brother in Law) finally became engaged to Stuart (the dude who secretly filled my biscuit tin with chocolate biscuits and my freezer with ice cream at the end of his visit - if that doesn't tell you what a lovely person he is, I don't recognize what will). There aren't many things in animation which can fill your heart with joy and settle your soul enjoy the moment you realise that someone you look after about has found someone who really cares about them... and like all moments of high sentiment, words tumbled through my mind in rhyme develop , waiting to be written... So here it is...Love is Love - A poem...
True love isn't romance if it fits in a mould
It doesn't appear in shapes or sizes
True love just arrives and takes hold
It wraps its arms around you and doesn't let go
It changes your journey - and that's how you understand ...
One day you could be stumbling down a dark, beaten track - then suddenly it grabs you, and it pulls you rig
A Poem I Wrote in Support of Same-Sex Marriage
Hi all, I wrote this poem because of the sheer frustration I felt at people opposing lgbtq+ marriage. Poetry is how I deal with issues that I care about, so this is a product of that idea. This goes out to all the amazing, loving same-sex couples in the world:
Wait, Wait
Let me get this straight
You think
gay marriage is bad?
You’re ok with love,
but only if it’s straight,
but not lady-lady or lad-lad?
What’s the difference,
may I ask,
between the union of two souls?
does their gender really matter,
or is your vision just marred in coal?
If love makes the world go round,
why should only you be allowed to spin?
why not if she wants to marry her,
or if he wants to marry him?
How would you feel
If I stopped you from marrying your soulmate,
because of a notion I have,
that narrow minded people are ‘not natural’
and that their minds are bad?
You don’t see me stopping you
from making your marital choice,
Then what makes you think
that on this issue, people need your voice?
I am glad to grasp that you have your rights,
and your experience is going on just fine,
so, pl