I've managed to write some poetry in my life now and then, and here's a small collection of it for you...
[This is not the poem]
It's a silly little thing, not great, not terrible, but has a nice ring
|Cross-Dressing||Poetry on Cross-Dressing or Transgenderism|
|Lovers||Poetry to lovers or partners; past and/or present...|
|Friends and Family||Poetry to friends and/or family|
|General||General poetry; stuff I want to highlight, or whatever...|
This is one of my earliest poems on crossdressing; probably from about when I was in high school or maybe college:
Being Dressed In Public ------------------------- Oh what a tangled Web we weave When first we (cross)dress with ease We put on hose, and high-heeled shoes padding and wigs and makeup we use We look like women, those who try to pass We get quizzical looks, and some will ask What are you doing? Why is it this that you do? Some of us know. Some don't have a clue. Me, I'm happy for those that ask why It [Answering] may be hard, but I will certainly try For is it not wonderful when we find Someone with an open mind?
This is a poem written on the back of a Marilyn Monroe postcard that I sent myself. Somehow she sparked this thought in me, I guess, and the words flowed with relative ease...
If Only... ------------------------- If only I could be Suddenly like she Change my look on whim become her and leave him Behind he would be she would become free If only for a time slim then both become Kim
This is a poem on hibernating; on not cross-dressing for months on end in winter, when I express the masculine side of me physically more-or-less constantly.
Hibernation ------------------ It's a strange thing to change genders It's that yin and yang dance of gender benders Sometimes the flow ebbs and I enter hibernation Not even my site on the web reflects my gender celebration Listen carefully, you can hear refrains from the song of woman and man As always, my journey remains a process rather than a plan
There's been more (much more :) poetry than this to my lovers and ex-partners; yet somehow finding it all is too great a task. The poems run the gamut, happy and sad, silly and serious, etc., etc., etc.!
Running Through My Mind ----------------------- Running through my mind With your sneakers on I think of you from time to time In the day and dusk to dawn In a time fraught with strife You are a bright star in my sky I am happy your are in my life And you know by now I do not lie I don't know where this is heading I don't know what is in store I do know that I am smiling Being with you I want more
I've Fallen Down ---------------- I wish I may I wish I might Find the way See the light We talk and talk yes, it's true We do discuss until we're blue This I know my will is bent It feels as though my soul is spent I feel like a clown who's out of luck I've fallen down can I get back up? I have some fear that I am stuck Where from here? the way seems up Sometimes, my love all that I can do Is offer a dove and say I love you
Riding the storm... --------------------------- I don't know why I take myself on these wild rides Why I cannot help but ebb and flow like tides I take one bit of life and spin out of control I end up causing strife to those that I know Here I am, in the hurricane's wind riding the edge of the storm your gentle hand pulls me in in your embrace I am calm
A poem I wrote to a friend; inspired by her seeing me cross-dressed for the first time:
Thanks to a Friend -------------------- This is a short Thanks to a friend It's of the sort Too quick to end For how can poems Short ones no less Speak the volumes I wish to profess So I'll simply say Thanks be to thee Who brighten my day Accepting me for me
This is a poem I wrote to my cousin, when she was feeling down about her boyfriend leaving. That boyfriend is now her husband. :) [Yes, the poem's a little lame... and, heck, we all need to remember to love ourselves, yes?]
She who loves herself Needest no other She who loves all Needest no lover Yes, a lover is nice someone with to share Lovers come at a price They may not always be there When that happens you may feel hollow Remember, Lass, to love yourself, The rest will follow.
A poem I wrote to someone, hoping that they would not be judgemental in considering dating me (I didn't receive a reply)...
Labels ------ What if we used labels for people like cans of beans Reading of their foibles and how much fat in their jeans We might judge a book simply by its cover If instead inside we look to our wonder uncover A spice like cumin the excitement of rum The diversity of human expression and fun
Various poems, on staying up late (a habit of mine that I'm changing ;-), to friends, or whatever...
Staying Up Too Late ------------------- Staying Up Too Late Is a way of life Staying Up Too Late Is a way to ignore the strife I feel a bit like a pit bull I'm locked on to night like a crazed fool My body tells me to sleep it is a faint voice My thoughts run too deep for reason to be a choice Staying Up Too Late is as simple as can be Staying Up Too Late lets sleep save me
Untitled (or, purple roses) -------- Purple roses and purple rain Who supposes it's poetry again A purple rose means many things I'm one of those who will abstain From giving meaning to purple roses Beauty has meaning itself composes
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