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Leave Me Alone

Heartbreak Poem by Teens

Hi. My name is Iain, and I am sixteen years aged. This is the first poem I've ever written. It is about my feelings toward a guy in my school and how I can never have him because he is linear. I want to not feel this way about him, but I can't help it, so it's like an emotional war raging inside my chest. This was my way of expressing it.

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If I had start this poem on my notes, I would've thought I had written it sometime. The poem exactly explains my current situation. I want him and need him since I have seen him. The grin on...

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Published by Family Friend Poems January 2012 with permission of the Writer.

I observe you.
I desire you.
I want you.
You are forbidden.

I crave your touch.
I yearn for your lips.
You don't want me.
So why do you stay?

I observe you.
Everyone sees you.
I crave you.
NO,
I want these feelings
to leave me alone.

My heart aches,
breaks, and shatters
when you are near.
When aren't you?

5 love poems by Homosexual writers to read at your ceremony

sthandwa sami (my beloved, in isiZulu) by Yrsa Daley-Ward

Written by 37-year-old queer English writer Yrsa Daley-Ward, who is of both Jamaican and Nigerian descent, this beautiful love poem encompasses the excitement of dreaming about a life together:

“I can see the house on the hill where we grow our own vegetables out back
and drink friendly wine out of jam jars
and sing songs in the kitchen until the sun comes up
wena
you make me feel like myself
again. Myself before I had any reliable reasons to be anything else.”

The Love Poems of June Jordan

Jamaican-American poet June Jordan has an entire book of love poems, aptly called Haruko/Love Poems. Poems enjoy Poem for my Lovewould be a lovely part of any ceremony. There is also a beautiful couplet from the poem, Update:

“Still I am learning unconditional and true/Still I am burning unconditional for you.”

For the Courtesan Ch’ing Lin by Wu Tsao

Wu Tsao, considered one of the great Chinese lesbian poets, lived in the early 1800s, and wrote this beautiful love poem that in part

Mirrored Angels

I think he's there but
I can't be sure.
Can anyone be sure

Of themselves,
Or can they
Just stretch convincingly

Next to one another,
Two boys lay on their chests
Fingers blooming out towards

The Others. No contact
Their heads averted
They lie, as mirrored angels

Unshifting, so they don't spill blood
From their backs
On the snow

It's easier to be near someone
If you don't have to look.
You don't have to feel

Blue snow on your wound
Or red hands in yours
Or the relief that feels red-black

Like the dye of your eyelids.
closing my eyes
And looking makes me feel

The closest I can to seeing inside
My mind, and it's all bouncing dots
And swirling pink-blue-red-black-white.

I want to be a flower
Because they don't have eyes
To close. I want to be a flower

Because they need only be open
To the sky, and the sky loves them.
The sky rains when they are closed and

When they are blooming, the sky
Shines light through their petals
And says,

I adore the way you glow.

Two people that like each other but own both made mistakes hurting the other

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The Gay Value Letters of Bo Juyi to Yuan Zhen and others

Excerpts from My Beloved Boy: Gay Adore Letters through the Centuries (1998), Edited by Rictor Norton

There is a very ancient and honorable homosexual literary tradition in China, and gay cherish poems are contained in the country's earliest surviving anthology. Most gay men fulfilled their kinship interests (still the major factor in Chinese life today) by getting married, but they also maintained romantic queer affairs. The two major tropes for homosexual love – "sharing peaches", and "the passion of the cut sleeve" – come from the story of Mizi Xia who gave a half-eaten peach to his lover Duke Ling of Wei (534�493 BC), and the story of how the Emperor Ai (reigned 6 BC to 1 AD) cut off his sleeve rather than wake his sleeping favorite Dong Xian. These ancient images demonstrate that male-to-male love rather than just sex was important for establishing a specifically male lover identity, and how imaginative metaphors are at least as important as pejortive labels. For t