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My mind keeps racing, The colors which I keep facing- Culminate in wintered withered words. Through the echoes of the mockingbirds, A knife. And now, when I close my eyes, I am stopped by a guiding listening light, Gifted by a cloaked savior of The Truth and The Sight.   And now, they sit there- And now, I can finally feel the bearable breeze of my future’s air.     ~SF

Oh, my great friend, I saw the prettiest peddles along the bend, Pretty sunflowers for you, my great friend, So, I stopped and picked free bouquets, Because I know we must leave no trace of our days.   Oh, my great friend, how I am excited to spend, The evening with you and watch as we may wake the moon. I’m dressed in your favorite attire, the one you mentioned to me last noon. I smile as I wait at your door, thinking of how you are my godsend.   Oh, my great friend, though

The Willow Tree once did beckon me, Lover's words etched upon its leaves, In the fickle breeze Capricious air that which constantly weaves.   Beckoning like a harpy, if need, I would crawl, To reach the under of the Willow's verdant boughs to sprawl. The stars, sole witness to my plight, Met beneath the willow's canopy, seemingly such a sweet sight.   As I watched my hearts' yearning fade away, I felt akin to a feline or a sorceress of great sway, For I brought myself back fr

No, you don’t know, The depths to which I would go, To show you how the heaven’s glow, Is merely a splinter of your soul.   I want you to know, I would slay the sun from it’s sky, In order to show you how the stars lie, Without the distraction of the moon by their side.   I would search and sail the seven seas, To bring you treasures that mean to you, How much you mean to me,   There, I would find the place in your eyes, Where this world has died, And is now just yours and mi

A sudden drop into the creek below, Amidst the thickets and the melted snow, A boy in yellow overalls does roam, Amidst the cicada's snare, he finds his home.   His feet a-treading through the cities of lost relics, His eyes a-twinkling with the spirit of lovers' abodes. The breeze blows by a message of secrets old, Whispering tales of hidden worlds with words untold.   In its wake, a scent so sweet, a lusting pheromone, Pulling me to a life full of unknown. Oh, how my heart

Poetry has always been a powerful medium for self-expression, reflection, and connection. In recent years, the LGBTQIA+ community has seen a surge of voices emerging through poetry, offering unique perspectives and experiences that resonate with many. This blog post explores some of the most compelling new works in LGBTQIA+ poetry, celebrating the diversity and richness of these voices. The Importance of LGBTQIA+ Poetry Poetry serves as a mirror reflecting society's complexit