Cbear

© Kori Frias

Published: April 2015

If roses were red and violets could be blue,
I’d take us away to a place just for two.
You’d see my true colors and all that I felt.
I’d see that you could love me and nobody else.
We’d build ourselves a fortress where we’d run and play.
You’d be mine and I’d be yours ‘til our dying day.
Then I wake and realize you were never here.
It’s all just my thoughts, my dreams, my hopes…
But now it’s only tears!

God’s Gift

© John P. Read

Published: November 2015

Love is like a river,
A never ending stream.
Love is shared by each other,
To answer someone’s dream.

It’s a never ending story,
Love is not a lie.
You can share in all its glory,
For love will never die.

Love is all around you,
The moon and stars above.
Love is a gift from God,
And God is a gift of love.

Let Go

© Shelby T. Parsons

Published: December 2015

What do I do,
When I’m still in love with you?
You walked away,
‘Cause you didn’t want to stay.
You broke my heart, you tore me apart.
Every day I wait for you,
Telling myself our love was true.
But when you don’t show, more tears start to flow.
That’s when I know
I have to let go.

  • By Paul Smith
  • Published: January 2015

Poem About Loving Someone Forever

When I say I love you, please believe it’s true.
When I say forever, know I’ll never leave you.
When I say goodbye, promise me you won’t cry,
Because the day I’ll be saying that will be the day I die.

I do not have a gay agenda
That consists of me stealing your faith
Crushing your god
And molesting you with my eyes
If you pass me in a crowded hall.

I do not have a gay agenda
That consists of me taking the minds
Of innocent children
And leading then into devil worship.

I do have a gay agenda
That consists of me (a girl)
Finding the perfect girl
To call my wife
And start a family with.

I do have a gay agenda
That consists of me letting love be fluid
Labels have no meaning
Or bounds
And letting religion roam free.

So with my simple gay agenda of love
Why are you so worried?
Are you afraid that my agenda will beat out yours?
After all love trumps all hate
In the end
One way or another.

Gay I?                                                                                                                  I’m a lot gayer than originally planned.
Fucking. Gay.
But I’m worried about the concept;
not sure if it’s right to use the word
“gay”
when (I’m sorry I said it)
I’m really bisexual,

Don’t stand there and treat me with pity,
If you pity me,
Then tell me.
If you you hate me,
Then tell me.
Don’t treat me like the lesser,
Because I’m not.
Don’t treat me like I’m sick,
Or confused…
Because I’m not.
Gay does not mean lesser.
It doesn’t mean sick,
And it doesn’t mean confused.
It means that we are open,
Open and beautiful…
We can see the possibilities of love.
We have a different view on life.
We see things from a different perspective.
We’re not lesser,
Or sick,
Or confused.
We’re different.
Please,
Learn to understand that.