Homophobia Poems

Homophobia poems bring the best collection of short and long homophobia poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great homophobia rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these homophobia poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on homophobia are here for you.

Take Me As I Am

Take Me As I Am short poem

You say I’m rebellious. That it’s just a phase. But please listen to me when I tell you, that’s not the case. Some say I’m despicable, that I’ve lost my morals, but I’m not the only one, that their words

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Silence Pays

Silence Pays short poem

Silence Pays God loves without bias He is the most secular, Never ceases loving In His duty He is regular. He is nether deaf Nor He is sightless He listens to all But prefers stillness. He looks at all his

Of Time

Of Time ode

Eternal is this uninterrupted existence An intangible spacious continuation Past, present, future ‘s relative persistence Time is inalterable and of limitless duration Mankind is entrusted to occupy this infinite space Some manage time accountably, others, who can tell I ask

Out

Out prose poem

Heart of the earth- heart of the star, fire raging through me can I handle one more moment of this awesome ecstasy? energy flowing up in me- lightning pulsing down on me singing eternal memories… melodies arcing up- cascading down-

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way?

What Kind Of God Would Treat Us This Way? prose poem

What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed

Afraid

Afraid prose poem

We are born into an unknown world. Slowly we learn as we go. Taught by those who came before. Who in turn we’re taught By those who came before. Generation after generation passing knowledge forward. Knowledge differed region by region.

Dirty Pretty Words

Dirty Pretty Words prose poem

Incandescent lights stream across the stark blackened night breathing in the intoxicating smoke swirling around you; Deep cynical voices cackling manically rumbling through the dank dark corridors, phosphorescent lace velvet floating in the calm cool air; Tantalizing deep dank thoughts

Only In My Poetry

Only In My Poetry short poem

I wrote these words to tell all my secrets about you. I told you not to exhort, appreciate nor pity too, but I hope you’ll read and take a heed; to all these words though, it seemed absurd. Do not

Present Scenario

Present Scenario long poem

Value deterioration is too fast Humanity should stay steadfast. The world should wake to crisis And hit it at its head like a dart. Vices are quickly escalating Greed runs at neck-break speed Making the people more physical Eat, drink

Mysterious Glitter In Your Eyes !

Mysterious Glitter In Your Eyes ! long poem

Captivating eyes, yes eyes, those eyes, I gazed at èm, heard sound of drum, The day I was right in the front, was that just a hunt? First look, deep inside them, left me numb, Wonder why those mesmerising eyes

Holding You In Mind

Holding You In Mind short poem

You’ve crossed my mind many nights. Sometimes I just lay there, holding you tight in mind. Wandering your body with my hands. Filling my fingers with the skin I’ve dreamt so much about. The things you keep hidden. unraveled in

A Thread’s Tale

A Threads Tale prose poem

I am just a thread. I came out of the fibers of a tree older than letters, or – maybe – out of a cotton plant thrown by chance winds into a field where stones, flowers, thorns and wheat multiply,

The Olde Wooden Rocker

The Olde Wooden Rocker prose poem

The old wooden rocker was rustic and worn; no one could remember the year it was born. It rocked with one partner for decades of years but now it was silenced, and all were in tears. Its faithful old rider

Run

Run short poem

Run away, as fast as you can You cannot escape what is at hand. Turning away, you will just find That you are only trapped within your mind. Enclosed environments in lies the viewing As everyone watches, your mind is

They Tell Me

They Tell Me short poem

They tell me that I’m “glowing” and all I can reply, Is “thank you” with a great big smile, For I’ve found something money can’t buy, Finally my life feels worthwhile. They tell me I’m “looking well” and all I

What Is Life?

What Is Life? short poem

Life is a myriad of vicissitudes Leading us along diverse avenues There is longing with great expectation obsessed with desire for consummation sometime reaching heights of joy untold Then abysmal periods when misery unfolds Usually settling on a level void

Just Another Day

Just Another Day ballad

Bloodshot eyes in heads so wise, they queued outside the door The men whose work began right there, at Tommy’s on the moor. Hands thrust deep in pockets to betray the shaking bones Of weather-beaten fingers whence they laboured sand

Pulsing Prose

Pulsing Prose short poem

May the ink that flows From the nib of my pen Forever entertain you With words of love And life and wonder Lick beams of light Through clouds of thunder May the blood that flows Through the hand that writes

The Wound That Never Heals

The Wound That Never Heals long poem

Thankfully I was never bullied at school but for this poem I tried to put myself in the shoes of someone who was. Bullying hurts and leaves a permanent scar! Laughed at, taunted, left all alone, You tell me to

Leap Year

Leap Year short poem

Leap Year and Jupiter in good favor Everything is changing now for the Better…all the dreams I’ve dreamed Forever are all finally coming together Just like a heartbeat louder than thunder In the icy wind of late Winter…three decades In

Gathering The Bits Of Humanity

Gathering The Bits Of Humanity long poem

Drop by drop your blood is darkning Are you afraid what else is happening? Ever noticed the sun at the time of rising? Its the way satrs sacrifice their lightening Have you ever seen the dead lips smiling? Where maturity

Speak To Me

Speak To Me short poem

Speak to me in the lone nights, when all but your eyes watch The crowded clouds up, and the grunting dogs under lights, Empty and flare-smooth shadows of us may join in perfect Calmness and stunning peace of night; A

Tell Me

Tell Me long poem

Well if you think I’m cute and charming TELL ME… Don’t be shy, look me in the eyes and just TELL ME… Don’t be afraid to say what’s on your mind, you Just might be surprised, if you think I

Annex The Belief

Annex The Belief short poem

A dialogue with fear, to end the thought, was walking alone on the edge of death. All the mercy of life was with it. Gone were the waves, whispering, back to the sea of mundane paucities. The sky and the

Eternity

Eternity short poem

An exotic world,never dreamt off Mystified thoughts gone through Enslaved from earthly bond Ruthful darkness no more haunting Howling soul in search of other Found my own reflection over’n over Elegance of moment pulls me harder To prodigious circle of

Karen

Karen short poem

A timeless superstar she was You could hear it in her voice All her dreams, all her love She just had a way of Touching your soul maybe ‘cuz She had a heart of gold Oh now even still her

Water

Water short poem

Casuarina! I miss you a lot. Why don’t you reclaim this drab century by your drooping branches, off from the poetry of water? The words are dried up. No rustling sounds, the winged creatures broke the mirrors, a black moon.

Bubble

Bubble short poem

we were one when together whole complete eye gazing until the wee hours of the morning no sleep just happy hearts beating together longing to be with him ache in my heart living 10 minutes away but worlds apart both

Tell Them About Bob

Tell Them About Bob prose poem

Tell all of his descendants, and all others who will listen Tell them that once upon a time there was a man named Bob,and that this man had a dear wife named Carol. Tell them that Bob was a lover

The Cave

The Cave prose poem

Along the road to an old city, within the wrinkles of mountains hanged by their heads, spiders are still spreading their webs at caves’ doors. Tales come out off embers, waiting for those who pass by. Canes which are forgetful

No Title

No Title short poem

I can feel it rain in my mind watering my thoughts with wisdom Freedom is what we desire I hate dreaming I rather drown in my thoughts Swimming pool full of thoughtless souls Food for sinful souls Riding horse backs Get

Burning Sun

Burning Sun ode

I was crawling deep down the wood, Flowers of love blossomed on head, Red, yellow, blue, green leaves smile, Waiting to greet the lovely dawn for a while Looking at the bounty of burning sun Warming in his strong arms

Some Moments

Some Moments long poem

Rains- smells Of dampness and chill, mother’s crispies, grandma’s tea Of coming home, all wet and cold, little pools flooding the floor Of dosas on the stove, day-darkness, drying clothes, A thunder bolt from the darkened skies, Wet feathers and

Prisoner Of Words

Prisoner Of Words short poem

The words flow by In the endless talks In the welcoming and Ascending dusk Knocking on the Emotions binding With the words Can it connect the hearts? Stirring questions For the being Of these words Flying to and fro Did

The Twist, She Is Me.

The Twist, She Is Me. long poem

As she looks back it’s been, the same situation but a different cause. Sitting in her room, in the corner with a knife. She knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right…. The next thing she is watching

Being Touched

Being Touched short poem

She touches me I mean when we’re sitting next to each other she touches my shoulder the back of my neck when we’re home she comes over or reaches over and touches me here’s how it feels I feel her

Welcome Back From The Dead

Welcome Back From The Dead short poem

Well and you left me way too soon just like that one sad day out of the blue I cried every minute of everyday and every night for about a week or two ’til I casted that forbidden spell in

Together In Love

Together In Love short poem

I tried to avoid you I tried to ignore you But I felt bad I wanted to know you I wanted you to stay And I was glad Time passed, days went by Life was with highs and lows But

Strangers

Strangers short poem

Would it be okay if I sat here for a while, Maybe we could contemplate together, Others may not notice but I can see your smile, Its sincerity has changed just like the weather. I know you do not know

Haunting Wilderness Echos

Haunting Wilderness Echos short poem

High in the Cascade Mountain Range in a pristine alpine sanctuary; Early in the morning in wilderness tranquility,from the northern shoreline of a placid pond. Serene echoes of a loon’s lonesome yodel eloquently float out over the alpine flora and