#queer poets

[lena-oleanderson]

forgiveness and mercy in side wounds

[queerasfact]

Happy birthday Sofya Parnok!

Known as "Russia's Sappho" Sofya was born on August 11th, 1885, and spent much of her life writing poems about her love for women. Here’s an excerpt from a poem she wrote about one of her partners, Nina Vedeneyeva:

Don’t ask what’s laid the poet low And why she acts so dreamy: She’s simply been, from head to toe, Vedeneyeva’ised completely.

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[inkliinng]

"A rage for beauty". Exactly this.

[poetryorchard]

Join @nashira in her first writing workshop of the year on LIST POEMS! (this is my first time facilitating in 4 months 🥹💚 come write list poems with me?)

🎟️Tickets £1+ Attendance NOT required! Feel free to sign just for the materials!

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[charzeewrites]

I hate my father, and I hate myself,

Because I am his daughter,

And therefore I am him.

[ink-flavored]

i will miss the year-round flowers blooming in bright colors at all hours and dozens of lizards on my porch that scattered at the calls of the swamp birds i will miss the perfect warmth of an endless summertime where every season was duckling season and the flocks that flew south, flew to me i will miss hurricane parties celebration in the face of nature and sniffing about a disaster too small to have a party about i will miss the resilience of a place determined, in the face of hate to fly flags with pride where protests gathered memorials raised up with their arms i will miss you, where i go next through no fault of your own and hope i will see you again with your summer storms and humid wind

                                       – florida

Poetry Taglist: @elegant-paper-collection​ @dove-actually @polyphonetic @the-ichor-of-ruination @qelizhus @liv-is

[byronicist]

“what humiliated me / as I relived my death in that room without sunrise / wasn’t my desire for light / but my desire for more darkness.”

Paul Tran, from All The Flowers Kneeling (2022)

[glitteryteenpoems]

the shape of the moon

the whisper of a breeze echoes through the house we’ll never live in

it kicks up dust  from your unused wicker chair and rustles the dead flowers on the windowsill

outside the overgrown garden aches to be frolicked in  our bones feed the flowers

wild the way you wanted to be growing free as our house rots a perfect sphere shining in the moonlight

the moon put the wind in your bones so you could visit once more without considering how hard it would be to leave again

easy for her to say she ebbs and flows but we’re only buried once

we fall apart  slowly, slowly.

[madxmoonlight]

For Willyce — Pat Parker

Lesbian poetry

[braveblackbutterfly]

Here's the poem if you haven't had a chance to read it:

I'm not sure when I'll make the video/audio. But hopefully one day soon, especially if people are interested.

[jaysoldboog]

Hi everyone! I'd like to promote my book one more time! I am so pleased to announce that my book is available as an ebook AND as a paperback !! this is a collection of my poetry I've written over the years. It includes a sonnet to my vibrator, a poem about a bad day at the hardware store, poems about God, love, my dead cat, and much more!!

It's always been my dream to be published now here we are!! support up and coming trans authors today!

my book is available here -> https://books2read.com/u/boBWn9

[lena-oleanderson]

i talk about god a lot.

[queerasfact]

Happy birthday Yona Wallach!

Born on 10 June 1944, Israeli poet Yona Wallach was openly bisexual. She rarely wrote about specific relationships, saying “I want to keep it as an experience, not turn it into words,” but several of her poems are explicitly about sex with female lovers.

When she started publishing in the 1960s, Yona became one of the few female voices in the male-dominated sphere of Hebrew poetry, and one of the first Hebrew poets to write openly about women’s sexuality.

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[Image: Yona Wallach sitting in a chair, smiling and holding a cigarette, source]

[keepthisholykiss]

Lesbian Visibility Week (and Day!) Writers Day 3: Amy Lowell

Venus Transiens

Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited shell? Was Botticelli’s vision Fairer than mine; And were the painted rosebuds   He tossed his lady Of better worth Than the words I blow about you To cover your too great loveliness   As with a gauze Of misted silver? For me, You stand poised In the blue and buoyant air, Cinctured by bright winds, Treading the sunlight. And the waves which precede you   Ripple and stir The sands at my feet.

Day One: Renée Vivien Day Two: Natalie Clifford Barney Amy Lowell is a vitally important writer for lesbian history that has largely been pushed aside because of a combination of lesbophobia and fatphobia. She wrote poetry, gave lectures, and was notably in a Boston Marriage with actress Ada Dwyer Russell. Lowell was a friend to many in the prominent literary circles of New England however she and Ada faced a specific (and somewhat new) breed of homophobia where writers would invite her to dinners and befriend her, only to write all other attendees about how horrible she was (for being a homosexual). While no one writer or historical figure is without flaws, for example Lowell was a staunch pro-military anti-peace proponent among other issues, writer’s attitudes toward Lowell made her an outcast to historical study. She is often understudied or left out of important American literature texts because of this disregard of her work which was beautifully written. She is known to have commented on her love of Ada by saying her entire world was reborn when they met. Their relationship of thirteen years had plenty of issues as well however Lowell’s work found new breath for the time they were together. When Lowell died she requested that Ada burn her letters and notes to her so that her memory would not be tainted by her sexuality. As a result, studying her proves very difficult when it comes to accounts of her identity. She passed at the age of 51 in 1925.

[poetryorchard]

🤠 @nashira here kicking it off with our first Pride workshop, and what better theme in the face of 🐘💩 than this?

We'll read poems exploring liberation, resilience, and rage.

All are welcome; allies encouraged to support!

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[charzeewrites]

Why must I shut up? Why do I have to keep quiet?! So I don't make people uncomfortable? Well fuck that. What about me? You don't think I was uncomfortable? You don't think I was uncomfortable when he stole a part of me away and destroyed me in the process? Why must I keep quiet about the way he ruined my body? Because it makes some people uneasy? Good. It fucking should. Why must the victims be silent about the monsters that hurt us? I am never getting that part of me back, and I'm just not allowed to even speak of it? I want to scream it. I want to scream from the rooftops of how he's a monster. But I can't. Because the public doesn't approve of that. And speaking of your damage makes you an attention speaker, no matter how badly you actually need the attention.