Poems about Masculinity
#masculinity
Poems about masculinity and what it means to be a man. Poetry about masculinity within mass media and the portrayal of men in societies around the world. Poems about changing attitudes towards masculinity; those who want to do away with traditional gender roles and those who feel vilified or left behind.
Silent and Rough
I am the blood amidst root-like veins
Giving word of life unto our silent father
I bring upon the world many reigns
Of stone and steel, a roughness that smothers.
I am immobile: my time is silent and still
But to whims of the world I never kneel
I can be the strength and the soothing presence
That will carry you forth even in my absence.
I find solace standing in the prairie
And mighty Sol brings power to me
In this world so solemn yet fiery
All but your own self are an enemy.
Only when we are...
Giving word of life unto our silent father
I bring upon the world many reigns
Of stone and steel, a roughness that smothers.
I am immobile: my time is silent and still
But to whims of the world I never kneel
I can be the strength and the soothing presence
That will carry you forth even in my absence.
I find solace standing in the prairie
And mighty Sol brings power to me
In this world so solemn yet fiery
All but your own self are an enemy.
Only when we are...
#respect
#rhyming
#spiritual #masculinity
#spiritual #masculinity
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MINI: Acronyms and Acrostics (Humorous)
If you've ever wondered what a car manufacturer's name stood for, here's what they might stand for in mechanic's circles...
MINI (Formerly a British manufacturer, is now a sub-brand of BMW)
Motors
Inevitably
Nuke
Internally (Well, some earlier models had timing set issues…)
Mostly
Instigates
Neurotic
Insomnia (See engine repairs)
Might
Instantly
Need
Inspection (What light on the dash is THAT?)
Marvelous
If
Not ...
MINI (Formerly a British manufacturer, is now a sub-brand of BMW)
Motors
Inevitably
Nuke
Internally (Well, some earlier models had timing set issues…)
Mostly
Instigates
Neurotic
Insomnia (See engine repairs)
Might
Instantly
Need
Inspection (What light on the dash is THAT?)
Marvelous
If
Not ...
#cars
#consumerism
#funny
#masculinity
#technology
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If I Were An African King
If I were an African King,
The Malika's of my dreams.
Wearing dresses, with princess seams.
Deprived not, of a lavish thing.
If I were an African King.
Mwezi lit nights, with flesh that screams.
Thirts that flow, as The Lopori streams.
With all the spark my upanga can bring.
If I were an African King.
Smiles that shine, like The Namib beams.
Their trees "give on" as the tongue reams.
Upon their lips, my name that they'd sing.
If I were an African King
The Malika's of my dreams.
Wearing dresses, with princess seams.
Deprived not, of a lavish thing.
If I were an African King.
Mwezi lit nights, with flesh that screams.
Thirts that flow, as The Lopori streams.
With all the spark my upanga can bring.
If I were an African King.
Smiles that shine, like The Namib beams.
Their trees "give on" as the tongue reams.
Upon their lips, my name that they'd sing.
If I were an African King
#culture
#dystopian
#freedom
#identity
#masculinity
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Midnight Club, part 1
Highway cruise. I’m out tonight.
Looking for a proverbial fight.
Ran an errand beforehand to the pharmacy.
In my passenger seat sits a new pregnancy test.
For my beloved.
I’ll see her tomorrow. (She brings me joy)
Down the highway I drone.
In search of a wanderer who might take me on.
Dark lonely road, with my modified German engineering machine.
Gives me wings.
Not another in sight.
The only crowd is the darkness of the night.
As the occasional highway road sign
Bids me good evening.
Musical libation of NEUE DEUTSCH HÄRTE...
Looking for a proverbial fight.
Ran an errand beforehand to the pharmacy.
In my passenger seat sits a new pregnancy test.
For my beloved.
I’ll see her tomorrow. (She brings me joy)
Down the highway I drone.
In search of a wanderer who might take me on.
Dark lonely road, with my modified German engineering machine.
Gives me wings.
Not another in sight.
The only crowd is the darkness of the night.
As the occasional highway road sign
Bids me good evening.
Musical libation of NEUE DEUTSCH HÄRTE...
#cars
#masculinity
#music
#night
#ThrillSeeking
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Wrinkles
What could be any more chilling
then wrinkles in the old man's scowl
They illustrate his bad temper
with daggers louder than his growl
Front and center in your purview
with his hands wrapped around your throat
What could be any more chilling
than leaving the world on THIS note
The wrinkles present with lovers
while impatiently climaxing
The same that shows when he's upset
which might be a little taxing
Imagine the lives he's cut short
while he's viciously ending yours
In a close quarter free for all
with no hide...
then wrinkles in the old man's scowl
They illustrate his bad temper
with daggers louder than his growl
Front and center in your purview
with his hands wrapped around your throat
What could be any more chilling
than leaving the world on THIS note
The wrinkles present with lovers
while impatiently climaxing
The same that shows when he's upset
which might be a little taxing
Imagine the lives he's cut short
while he's viciously ending yours
In a close quarter free for all
with no hide...
#humankind
#masculinity
#men
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Built Different
I generate my own fire I just need room to breathe
Opportunity to get behind immune to a confidants belief
High strung excitable energy even sleep bangs the drum
Anxiety is chaos receive as perceived and succumb
Black Lion lives matter this one forms the heart of Voltron
Every limb competes ferocious best believe the bite brawn
My preference is meeting calamities ROARING face forward
To collect scars across the chest as Achievement awards
That’s speaking in General on ink stars of war topics
That King speak in verse pinned to generalize...
Opportunity to get behind immune to a confidants belief
High strung excitable energy even sleep bangs the drum
Anxiety is chaos receive as perceived and succumb
Black Lion lives matter this one forms the heart of Voltron
Every limb competes ferocious best believe the bite brawn
My preference is meeting calamities ROARING face forward
To collect scars across the chest as Achievement awards
That’s speaking in General on ink stars of war topics
That King speak in verse pinned to generalize...
#masculinity
#philosophical
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C.S.I.
The very definition of deadbeat
is every last conservative we know
hell for leather at the buy bull retreat
and the dog and pony deer hunter show
to study the latest mass murder kit
cuz deer and people weigh about the same
so bullets make the same ballistic hit
on legal or illegal human game...
about which they fantasize all day long,
when they're not bitching about Taylor Swift
and how woke she is with her latest song
where lyrics are too big for them to sift
like the ideation they should have learned
from all the schoolbooks...
is every last conservative we know
hell for leather at the buy bull retreat
and the dog and pony deer hunter show
to study the latest mass murder kit
cuz deer and people weigh about the same
so bullets make the same ballistic hit
on legal or illegal human game...
about which they fantasize all day long,
when they're not bitching about Taylor Swift
and how woke she is with her latest song
where lyrics are too big for them to sift
like the ideation they should have learned
from all the schoolbooks...
#violence
#PopCulture
#ignorance
#tradition
#masculinity
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REINCARNATION
when i was a woman
every step
seemed a dance
choreographed
by the gods,
holy and perfect
in its ordinary way
i seemed delicate
but carried
a secret strength,
my power
emanating
from bronze skin
that was soft as
summer air
and like heaven
to touch
then, i only
wondered
what it
might be like
to live as a man --
hard, gallant
behind my armor,
chivalrous,
but steeled
against the onslaught
a mighty warrior,
or at least ...
every step
seemed a dance
choreographed
by the gods,
holy and perfect
in its ordinary way
i seemed delicate
but carried
a secret strength,
my power
emanating
from bronze skin
that was soft as
summer air
and like heaven
to touch
then, i only
wondered
what it
might be like
to live as a man --
hard, gallant
behind my armor,
chivalrous,
but steeled
against the onslaught
a mighty warrior,
or at least ...
#masculinity
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the wealthy couple
The wealthy couple
who live on an island in the Far East
but once a year, they visit Europe
every year when I see them, they have changed
Alas, I wish it had been for the better
both are followers of a health regime concocted
by a Guru of the type that prays on the rich
they are now advanced middle-aged (below 61
and in the hope of staving off the time of elderliness
they trim and live on a lettuce a day.
Their effort are valiant but in vain time always win
At a distance and in the afternoon light, they look fine
like...
who live on an island in the Far East
but once a year, they visit Europe
every year when I see them, they have changed
Alas, I wish it had been for the better
both are followers of a health regime concocted
by a Guru of the type that prays on the rich
they are now advanced middle-aged (below 61
and in the hope of staving off the time of elderliness
they trim and live on a lettuce a day.
Their effort are valiant but in vain time always win
At a distance and in the afternoon light, they look fine
like...
#women
#friendship
#humankind
#heroic
#masculinity
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Regnum Hominis
The boastful will not admit it
but they fall from grace all the time
to show the obverse of sublime
with one more apoplectic fit,
most wisely seen from well afar
when they preach to the simping twit
of vanity mixed with YouTube grit
(or something even more bizarre)
to sell the rubes some shoes of gold
so they as well might be the king
of ersatz new instead of old,
or stock shares of some trending thing
which they can rule right away...
with Midas glitter hell to pay.
but they fall from grace all the time
to show the obverse of sublime
with one more apoplectic fit,
most wisely seen from well afar
when they preach to the simping twit
of vanity mixed with YouTube grit
(or something even more bizarre)
to sell the rubes some shoes of gold
so they as well might be the king
of ersatz new instead of old,
or stock shares of some trending thing
which they can rule right away...
with Midas glitter hell to pay.
#identity
#politics
#consumerism
#ignorance
#masculinity
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Gaza
With whole families in an instant snuffed out
I know that there's no fortress sound enough;
no wall, no border, and no keen redoubt
which would ever convincingly rebuff
all that the forces of hate may compel
to cascade down upon the open meek;
all of the elements of vassal hell
predisposed to turning an abject cheek,
and by such a turn to press an attack
that no old combat honor would condone.
Only the faux virtuous brainiac,
who was by the risk all too crudely prone ...
I know that there's no fortress sound enough;
no wall, no border, and no keen redoubt
which would ever convincingly rebuff
all that the forces of hate may compel
to cascade down upon the open meek;
all of the elements of vassal hell
predisposed to turning an abject cheek,
and by such a turn to press an attack
that no old combat honor would condone.
Only the faux virtuous brainiac,
who was by the risk all too crudely prone ...
#HumanRights
#responsibility
#masculinity #risk
#masculinity #risk
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And the women
Tell the women
who tell the women,
who pass it down,
the unwanted hand,
the passive aggression,
actual aggression,
- control.
The women tell the women
who tell the women,
who pass it down,
of the nail that scrapes
at walls of consent,
unwarranted imagery,
the shrunken heart
that thrums in her chest
so reduced,
contained,
caged
until it is more than a conversation
between bar on bar on bar,
it's a howl,
it's a war cry,
a breaking of the bonds,
a waking in the cavity,
a song...
who tell the women,
who pass it down,
the unwanted hand,
the passive aggression,
actual aggression,
- control.
The women tell the women
who tell the women,
who pass it down,
of the nail that scrapes
at walls of consent,
unwarranted imagery,
the shrunken heart
that thrums in her chest
so reduced,
contained,
caged
until it is more than a conversation
between bar on bar on bar,
it's a howl,
it's a war cry,
a breaking of the bonds,
a waking in the cavity,
a song...
#anger
#hope
#PTSD #masculinity
#PTSD #masculinity
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