LGBTQ+ Poem: You were, by Alyssia Urquhart-Eaton

Assert my name
My communication is blocked

Notch my cheekbone
You cannot touch
Be careful
For I am not faithful

You were
Not are

Dine on the memories of my embarrassment
Take my instinct to enrapture your positivity
Remember the illness
Hear the words of gloom

Are you sure
There’s not a cure

Pick something from my scalp
See how it glistens
Try to make your way in
See the wreaked trampoline park of lost kids
You now know that I am merely bones

LGBTQ+ Poem: Tracing, by Bett Truong

What is it, that is beautiful?
Is it flowing, tousled, yet never straying from its sane mind?
with plump, tone and speckles?
Gusted now – suddenly here, in form
if not for idiosyncratic reasons
then universal ones
giving lyrical, beated banter
regurgitating the novel so eloquently,
adapted sans palatable
my only existence of you
is the kind that is shared with me
our alliance defined by its
bouts of zane, glitchys and lags, loading off others indifference
was that. then, that was beautiful?
having shared places forbidden and deeply felt?
Having been, in, and on to
to open up our homes,
and its visiting guests —
as I am to you,
until I realise I am no longer hosting
can i pick apart these bits, these personal curiosities, and intense considerations from who you
have become to me
out of our juxtapositions does envy confuse itself for appreciation,
is that why we remain only in each other’s minds and in the past
fantastical projections of regular people
Nothing serious, nothing definitive, never defined—
if I ever texted you again, I’d ask,
what is it, then, that was beautiful?

ROMANCE Poem: He Always Brings Me Tea, by Kara Montagano

I am, as always, slow to rise.
Cradled in woven cloth,
I wake, I writhe.
Swaddled in calm arms,
we’ve nothing but time.

The windows are open
as are my eyes.
His smile beams
and I sigh.
All is right as the tea cools,
nestled in a steaming ginger pool.

The quiet chill of fall,
like a gentle hand caresses my cheek,
lulling me, hushing me back to sleep.

ROMANCE Poem: The Mirror, by Shruti Diwan

When you’re not searching for them
They show up in your life
The person who has the other end
Of the red string of fate tied to their finger
Life’s circumstances and choices have led to
THIS moment
Gazing into their eyes feels like
Looking into the mirror of eternity
Life never seems the same ever again

ROMANCE Poem: Saturday Delight, by Adrian Sam

Moon Shadows…
Breaking thru daylight
Glistening…
With the afterglow of the night
Awakening the stars,
Set afire and burning bright
Moments away…
Saturday Delight

Rays of sunshine…
Smiling down on the milky way
Traveling thru the spectrum
Turning darkness into day…
With its lips upturned,
Like the scarlet kiss of night
And the thoughts of the new moon…
Tempting Saturday Delight

Lightening…
Enters, like the crackle of dawn
And escapes…
Like the phantoms
Into the night
And it tastes like candy,
Coated with sugar
Caressing…
Saturday Delight

Adrian Sam

ROMANCE Poem: Flower Pedals, by Kerith Collins

Where all great love stories begin;
Walking…
Strolling…
Breathing…
Nerves…
Young hearts are always nervous.
Damn my young heart!
Damn my beating heart!
He likes me…
He likes me not…
He likes me…
Damn, I hope he likes me.
Where are my flower petals?
Proof of love’s true heart.
Where are my flower petals?
Faltering and fluttering,
Unsteady as my hand.
Will it be worth it?
Will his hand be worth holding?

ROMANCE Poem: Home Away From Home, by Tiana Nowzari

The stars used to speak in songs,
They’d come together like a harmonious band,
And expel a melody so tender to my ears,
I thought this was what they called love,
Only you used to be able to hear their music with me,
You and I merged into one galaxy,
The moon became a symbol of glimmer in the midst of darkness,
And comets weren’t as fast as the pace of my breaking heart,
We were caught in a spaceship of adoration, destined to travel together into the unknown,
We’d fly into space, where connected souls defy barriers meant to challenge us,
And when I believed the adventure was about to depart,
The engine abruptly stalled, unwilling to push forward,
We were stuck,
Trapped together,
Expected to merge as one, combatting trials and tribulations despite the obstacle,
We were a team,
Conjoined with unwavering fortitude,
Until I turned around to see that I’d been navigating the journey alone,
You became tired of waiting,
The thrill dissolved, and so did your love,
The stars didn’t align anymore,
Finally, you decided the journey simply wasn’t for you,
So, I was left at the bottom of the pits of my humiliation, having believed my own lies,
And set foot to explore the paths we once dreamed about,
But now, I think maybe you were awake this whole time,
And it was only me who’d been obliviously sleepwalking,
My heart shed its tears behind the walls of our shattered home, afraid to ever welcome another
guest,
Because I can see it now,
Where the stars used to sing to us,
They now lay across distant valleys that keep us miles apart from my fingertips,
Never did I think,
That you would ever feel so far.