This poem I wrote is to my best friend: Fidel, who was the first person I came out to. We have known each other for a long time, but it was just this past summer that we both found out who we were really... meant to be friends.
 

TO A NAMED FRIEND

 
No matter how hard
For I battled have...
Oh yes! Burly it was,
Much damage it does.

 Why me? Hurt i've been,
Pains what I recall.
Why me? Hurt i've been,
In gloom I may fall.

 Perhaps one time more
I'll see naked truth,
This burden I bore...
No, not anymore!

 For long I have thought
My soul was concealed.
For long I have thought
Quite easy it was not.

 Many I have known
As well being betrayed,
They left my happines flown,
My tears may off be not.

 But in times of despair,
When light was unlit
I found what was fair,
An exit in the lair.

 The spirit long lost
Has finally appeared.
The spirit long lost
Sudden, come to me.

 For me a brother,
More than just a friend,
In my life the order
More than just a prayer.

 For him a brother,
More than just a friend,
He was in the border
Of life and danger.

 In the world we met,
Benedicition I say,
In the world we met,
Call it the best day.

 Hope I found...
He gave to me...
The purest love...
That of care...
That was the time
We both found
What was left...

 By: LordKuPo!

 

I wrote this poem because I know many of the non heterosexual guys and girls... specially here in ecuador, can't find someone to love, because of many factors such as society mainly, so here is a light of hope for all...
 

THE TALE OF UNHEARD LOVE

 
For I have listened Justice
Tell her mighty tales,
Amazing her voice is,
Even though feels like blades.
 
While I heard I wondered
How I could take her hand,
I was a bit buffled,
A sword instead of wand.

 Clear I saw, it was real,
My power was weakened,
This world is just mean,
My visage felt freeze.

 "But how can I live?"
I try and speak.
"What surrounds me is grief"
The people have freaked.

 "Tell me, oh! Young kid...
what happens to you"
At that time I was freed,
Something else she wanted to do.

 She opened her mouth,
To me was sent peace,
She let a couple words out,
Love? What letters are these?

 Explained shall it be not,
You just let it be.
Tongues of fire, burned I got,
Now with bright light I see...

 The being is not met,
At least unknown still.
My dreams don't forget,
I will one day feel.

 By: LordKuPo!

 

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Summon was a poem about nature I worte for a contest...
I won...

Summon

 
What will the newborn be told?
Of an ancient Eden of peace?
Or of a new cub of Chaos?
Unfortunate times we shall face,
The protector spoke,
Why won't we hear the call?
Wandering in the space
We crawl in calm,
Although those, the most
Grow in ultimate pain.
Because green is our utopia,
While feeling the creep of our distopia,
Watching, or thinking,
Since actions are lost
From our own consciousness.
In a rage of anger,
Furious clouds may flee our sight,
Holy breath may flee our need.
So let us,
The fools,
So named superior mortals
Naked, to the truth,
Of a dark mist upon.
So let us
The fools,
So called superior mortals
Find our way to thee.
What if the heating lord,
Or the immense and vast life source
Feeling, crying,
Turn against their sons?
Because the odds oppose us,
As a warrior opposes his foe,
Because foes we have become,
As foes we are bound to fall.
Because alone,
We shall be when our protector shatters,
Heed the call!
The land summoning is!
Command the battle,
Of one against us.
The power is within,
Heed the call!
But we deaf are,
To the voice,
To the voice of who we belong,
The who that shields and raises.
I swear myself to thee!
No matter my war,
My war is waged alone,
I will become one,
The one to free you
From pain,
From fear,
From suffer,
From ourselves.
Just you all know for our sake,
The protector will be here
Crying beneath.
You all, I beg,
For the protector,
For our sake,
Follow me…
Follow me…