Category: Poetry

  • Draw Me close like the month of February.

    Draw me close like the month of February.Close to your chest, let my head rest.As you caress me on the backand I listen to your heartbeatand the warm flow of your blood. Hold me tight like I am your last resortthe lasting answer to that questionYou’ve always asked eversince you’re a child.Can’t you feel the…

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  • Amber of Resilience

    Under the moons umbrella, That chilling embrace When the sun  has fade away We lay the divinity of our love’s grace. Defying the homophobic shadows That creep in like a race. Silhouettes slithering about Like vultures ready to devour us.  A forest void of play, rich with prey Nosey leaves, loquacious crickets, unscrupulous birds.  …

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  • Standing up against Homophobia

    When everyone around you chooses to bend down low, Stand tall. When everyone around you is overwhelmed by the pressures of fear, Stand out boosting in being queer. Wearing the tower-strength foundation Of who you are. When everyone around you chooses to walk about with shoulders falling down, Stand proud. Feet held firm on the…

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  • Unedited Reminiscence

    I want you to listen to DuplexA poem by Jericho BrownPerhaps you’ll understand that everyone has a crown.Mine only causes me to frown. it wears colors that are complexFor everyone to decipher except you.You must be farmiliar the hues on the sky.That make everything brand newBut mine, those hues entwined with strange fingers.Is it because…

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  • Twisted tale. . .

    In moonlight’s chilling embrace,We lay the divinity of our love’s grace.Defying the homophobic shadowsThat creep in like a race.In this haunted forest,Of nosey leaves and talkative birds.we lay our secrets to deep sleep.To close chapters that witness how we weep-The long suffering seeking acceptance.Ghostly whispers,hate etched on tree shootsMournful cries, dead to divinity.In the dead…

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  • Long have I waited…

    ……………..L…………O………N….G Long have I waited.Here by the cliff.quitened by the silence of the sea.softened by the breeze.Ear-bruised by the love-mouns from the in-mates in water.Thought-electrified by what could have or should beWith YOU.L….………..O……………..N…………………..GLong have I waited.Here by the tree street worn out with patienceSince minutes turned to hours..Hours invited days….Days come along with Months, which…

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  • Of Flowers, Roots & Humans

    Let us take flowers as flowersand begin where love begins.Let us take leaves and leavesand begin where love begins.Let us take roots as rootsand have a trace of love’ shootand allow ourselves a chance to liveLet us take the sky as the skyand we won’t fight for the air we breath.Let us take the earth,…

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  • This Bridge called Rainbow 🌈 πŸ˜.

    This bridge called Rainbow… If seven be the colors,then seven is the color of your love.If seven be the number of daysthen my love for you is in seven ways.I love you in RedEven when red is assumed for danger.then I am happily dangerously in love with theeI am deconstructing the layersLaying patterns that storage…

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  • Sit by my side.

    SIT BY MY SIDESit by my sideAnd I’ll tell you why warmth carries with it heat.And I will assure you of the heat you and I create.I’ll tell you of how we break the aesthetic distanceJust by being too near each other.I’ll tell you about the other day,when your palm sat in mine. and wine…

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