Share your favourite queer poem over here.

Hello there queer folks,

As the title suggests, this topic is going to be about your favourite LGBTQ+ poems of all times. From well-known poets to less famous writers, from Western literature to the Eastern one, you can post as many masterpieces as you want. The whole point of this topic is to share, and appreciate the beauty and depth of poetry in all its glory.
The poem that I chose to share with you today is Nizar Qabbani's. The feminist ally is indeed one of the most famous and beloved Arab poets. Choosing his quite explicit work of art about women's love was, without any doubt, an obvious choice to make. However as a poetry lover, I have to admit that I have always found Arabic queer poems way much more intense, and profound. Probably because of the courage it takes for one to write openly about same-sex love/lust in countries that do not accept homosexuality in any way possible. (Yet historically speaking, and going from Abu Nuwas to more recent queer writers, homosexuality had always been present in the Arab literature sphere...)


مطرٌ.. مطرٌ.. وصديقتها معها، ولتشرين نواحُ

والباب تئنّ مفاصله ويعربد فيه المفتاحُ

شيءٌ بينهما.. يعرفه اثنان أنا والمصباحُ

وحكاية حبٍّ.. لا تحكى في الحب يموت الايضاحُ

الحجرة فوضى فحليٌّ تُرمى.. وحرير ينزاحُ

ويغادر زرٌّ عروته بفتورٍ، فالليل صباحُ

الذئبة ترضع ذئبتها ويد تجتاح وتجتاحُ

ودثار فرَّ.. فواحدة تدنيه، وأخرى ترتاحُ

وحوار نهودٍ أربعةٍ تتهامس، والهمس مباحُ

كطيورٍ بيضٍ في دغل تتناقر.. والريش سلاحُ

حبات العقدين انفرطت من لهوٍ، وانهدّ وشاحُ

je vous remercie pour l'ouverture de ce sujet  
c est  un  poeme  de  Luis  Cernuda    (1902  1963 )  , auteur espagnol    Il était ouvertement gay  
et dans ce poème parle de ses sentiments ; et l'amour interdit  :

Si el hombre pudiera decir lo que ama

Si el hombre pudiera decir lo que ama,
si el hombre pudiera levantar su amor por el cielo
como una nube en la luz;
si como muros que se derrumban,
para saludar la verdad erguida en medio,
pudiera derrumbar su cuerpo,
dejando sólo la verdad de su amor,
la verdad de sí mismo,
que no se llama gloria, fortuna o ambición,
sino amor o deseo,
yo sería aquel que imaginaba;
aquel que con su lengua, sus ojos y sus manos
proclama ante los hombres la verdad ignorada,
la verdad de su amor verdadero.

Libertad no conozco sino la libertad de estar preso en alguien
cuyo nombre no puedo oír sin escalofrío;
alguien por quien me olvido de esta existencia mezquina
por quien el día y la noche son para mí lo que quiera,
y mi cuerpo y espíritu flotan en su cuerpo y espíritu
como leños perdidos que el mar anega o levanta
libremente, con la libertad del amor,
la única libertad que me exalta,
la única libertad por que muero.

Tú justificas mi existencia:
si no te conozco, no he vivido;
si muero sin conocerte, no muero, porque no he vivido.

traduction :
If Only One Could Declare His Love

If only one could declare his love,
If only he could hoist his love in the sky,
Like a cloud in the rays of the sun;
If only, like crumbling walls,
To salute the truth standing amidst it all,
He could make his body collapse,
Leaving only the truth of his love,
The truth about himself
Something that isn’t called glory, luck or ambition,
But love or desire,
I would be the one I imagined;
He who, with his tongue, his eyes and his hands,
Proclaims in front of everyone the silenced truth,
The truth of his true love.

I know no freedom but the freedom of being imprisoned inside someone
The very sound of whose name makes me shiver;
Someone who overshadows my paltry existence,
Someone who makes my days and nights be whatever he wants them to be,
And my body and soul float in his body and soul
As though foundered timbers buoyed by the sea,
Freely, with the freedom of love,
The only freedom that overjoys me,
The only freedom I would die for.

You justify my existence:
If I haven’t known you, I haven’t lived;
If I shall die without having known you, I die not, for I haven’t lived

Bonsoir ! Comme je suis trop paresseux pour composer quelques vers (lol), je partage avec vous ce classique de la littérature érotique française...j'ai nommé : le sonnet du trou du cul !

Please master can I touch your cheeck
please master can I kneel at your feet
please master can I loosen your blue pants
please master can I gaze at your golden haired belly
please master can I have your thighs bare to my eyes
please master can I take off my clothes below your chair
please master can I can I kiss your ankles and soul
please master can I touch lips to your hard muscle hairless thigh
please master can I lay my ear pressed to your stomach
please master can I wrap my arms around your white ass
please master can I lick your groin gurled with blond soft fur
please master can I touch my tongue to your rosy asshole
please master may I pass my face to your balls,
please master order me down on the floor,
please master tell me to lick your thick shaft
please master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull
please master press my mouth to your prick-heart
please master press my face into your belly, pull me slowly strong thumbed
till your dumb hardness fills my throat to the base
till I swallow and taste your delicate flesh-hot prick barrel veined Please
Mater push my shoulders away and stare in my eyes, & make me bend over
the table
please master grab my thighs and lift my ass to your waist
please master your hand's rough stroke on my neck your palm down to my
backside
please master push me, my feet on chairs, till my hole feels the breath of
your spit and your thumb stroke
please master make my say Please Master Fuck me now Please
Master grease my balls and hairmouth with sweet vaselines
please master stroke your shaft with white creams
please master touch your cock head to my wrinkled self-hole
please master push it in gently, your elbows enwrapped round my breast
your arms passing down to my belly, my penis you touch w/ your fingers
please master shove it in me a little, a little, a little,
please master sink your droor thing down my behind
& please master make me wiggle my rear to eat up the prick trunk
till my asshalfs cuddle your thighs, my back bent over,
till I'm alone sticking out, your sword stuck throbbing in me
please master pull out and slowly roll onto the bottom
please master lunge it again, and withdraw the tip
please please master fuck me again with your self, please fuck me Please
Master drive down till it hurts me the softness the
Softness please master make love to my ass, give body to center, & fuck me
for good like a girl,
tenderly clasp me please master I take me to thee,
& drive in my belly your selfsame sweet heat-rood
you fingered in solitude Denver or Brooklyn or fucked in a maiden in Paris
carlots
please master drive me thy vehicle, body of love drops, sweat fuck
body of tenderness, Give me your dogh fuck faster
please master make me go moan on the table
Go moan O please master do fuck me like that
in your rhythm thrill-plunge & pull-back-bounce & push down
till I loosen my asshole a dog on the table yelping with terror delight to be
loved
Please master call me a dog, an ass beast, a wet asshole,
& fuck me more violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull
& plunge down in a brutal hard lash thru soft drip-fish
& throb thru five seconds to spurt out your semen heat
over & over, bamming it in while I cry out your name I do love you
please Master.

May 1968
Book: Howl and Other Poems by Allen Ginsberg

I love poetry but have never stumbled upon a queer poem!! The ones you guys have shared are wonderful..especially Nizar Qabbani's, sent shivers down my spine! So beautifully written !!
Interesting post, Lazarus.. too bad there wasn't enough feedback!