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LGBTQ Poetry
Explore the rich tradition of gay, lesbian, attracted to both genders, transgender, and homosexual poets and poetry by browsing a selection of poems & audio. For more essays, video, and ephemera, test out our Movement Month roundup.
Featured Poems
&#;Hair&#; by Francisco Arag&#;n
who conceived that ravine
&#;Langston Blues&#; by Jericho Brown
O Blood of the River of songs
&#;The Distant Moon&#; by Rafael Campo
Admitted to the hospital again
&#;Where Is She Kot&#; Li Y&#;&#; by R. Erica Doyle
Long ago I met / a beautiful male child
&#;Things Haunt&#; by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza
California is a desert and I am a woman inside it
&#;Kudzu&#; by Saeed Jones
I won't be forgiven / for what I've made / of myself
&#;The Talking Back of Neglect Valentine Jones: Poem # one&#; by June Jordan
well I wanted to braid my hair
&#;Breathe. As in. (shadow)&#; by Rosamond S. King
Breathe / . As in what if
&#;The Black Unicorn&#; by Audre Lorde
The black unicorn is greedy
&#;I Do&#; by Sjohnna McCray
Driving the highway from Atlanta to Phoenix
&#;syntax&#; by Maureen
Poems & More for LGBTQ Pride Month
"Hair" by Francisco Arag&#;n
who conceived that ravine
"elegy for kari edwards" by Julian Talamantez Brolaski
damesirs of fishairs / princes reginae / I don't need this botheration &#;
"Langston Blues" by Jericho Brown
O Blood of the River of songs &#;
&#;The Distant Moon&#; by Rafael Campo
Admitted to the hospital again &#;
&#;Heartbeats&#; by Melvin Dixon
Work out. Ten laps &#;
&#;The Embrace&#; by Mark Doty
You weren&#;t well or really ill yet either &#;
"Things Haunt" by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza
California is a desert and I am a female inside it
&#;A Supermarket in California&#; by Allen Ginsberg
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman &#;
"The Man with Nighttime Sweats" by Thom Gunn
I wake up cold, I who / Prospered
"In the Dream" by Jenny Johnson
I was alone in a dyke bar we'd traversed before
"Kudzu" by Saeed Jones
I won't be forgiven / for what I've made / of myself
&#;The Talking Back of Miss Valentine Jones: Poem # one&#; by June Jordan Today is National Coming Out Day. I&#;m reminded of the book Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda. In their email exchanges, Simon and Blue chat about why straight people don&#;t have to arrive out. The answer, of course, is heteronormativity. When straight is the &#;default,&#; you only have to come &#;out&#; if you&#;re not straight. Simon and Blue go on to coin the term The Homo Sapiens Agenda. This involves everyone having to come out, making coming out a universal human experience. As much as I&#;d love to view that, it&#;s still always gonna be easier to come out as direct. Whether you&#;ve been in the closet a compact or long time, you know it can be at least a minute dark and a petty scary. If you&#;re still in the closet, just know that I&#;m sending you light. Coming out, letting your queerness be seen and celebrated can be wonderful. But the closet can feel secure and familiar as adequately. You get to execute that for as extended as you want to and need to. It doesn&#;t make you any less queer. When you come out, and who you come out to, is a deeply personal choice. If you execute choose t I was born into a poetry-loving family. My parents took turns reading aloud every evening, poems by the Brownings, Dickinson, Emerson, Frost, Longfellow, of course, and Poe (&#;Quoth the raven, &#;Nevermore'&#;), Shakespeare and Tennyson, Whitman and Wordsworth. My sister and I would lie tangled in blankets in our drafty house, vying to see the small oval portraits in One Hundred and One Famous Poems, a slim book dressed in dark navy with gilt lettering. Often, when it was her turn, Mom would choke up from beauty, and we&#;d have to complete the poem for her. But when it was Dad&#;s evening, he always ended by closing the book and singing &#;Ragtime Cowboy Joe.&#; Perhaps this has something to do with why, sixty years later, I was invited to read my Pride poem from the pulpit at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, one of the largest Gothic cathedrals in the earth, to kick off the &#;Four Choirs and a Cathedral&#; concert. It really was a once-in-a-lifetime thrill to climb up into that awesome pulpit (about the size of a NYC apartment) and then hear the Stonewall C
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