Poems About Masculinity Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about masculinity seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
fightorflight
Disa
Disa
Poem Published
12th Aug 2024 4:41pm
12th Aug 2024 4:41pm
Rat poison
Learn what makes me look down
Watch how my smile dies
Who are these men with alien eyes
Snaps like a crocodile I don't know their triggers
Hate me as you see in me three of hers
Facade to your friends, talk about girls like restaurants
Familiar guts, poison on your meat, rest you rats
I see for who you are, I feel the hell's heat
Grin to some, but for me to show your teeth
Watch how my smile dies
Who are these men with alien eyes
Snaps like a crocodile I don't know their triggers
Hate me as you see in me three of hers
Facade to your friends, talk about girls like restaurants
Familiar guts, poison on your meat, rest you rats
I see for who you are, I feel the hell's heat
Grin to some, but for me to show your teeth
#inequality
#manipulation
#masculinity
#oppression
#power
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darkcloud68
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 1:49am
2nd Aug 2024 1:49am
f**k The World If It Can't Adjust
I'm not trying to adjust to society norms, or to assimilate. Need no one's validation to make me great. If the world wants me to , it's going to be a long wait. In my head I am the universe. So I guess this world is in the wrong place. If the world is a mirror. And expect my reflection it would reflect a empty face. I'm a man born in a empty space, if the world expect me to adjust my heart would just be a empty place. I have no hunger for the world. So I guess I will die with a empty plate. If it's me against the world I graciously except my fate. Certified rebel I am a rule breaker. Hey I...
#identity
#masculinity
#SelfReflection
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Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 6:32pm
9th Jul 2024 6:32pm
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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herry_the_poet
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 6:00am
18th Jun 2024 6:00am
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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oskar
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 5:44pm
14th Mar 2024 5:44pm
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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oskar
Poem Published
27th Aug 2023 8:25am
27th Aug 2023 8:25am
busy afternoon
A busy Friday afternoon
Exploding plane, but not an exploding cigar, as days of fun have long since gone.
The Byzantine Empire never left Russia, either that or they were incapable of keeping secrets, and sober leaders
like Putin, appear to be a rarity.
Trump the chomp, has had his mug- shot taken he didn't look pleased, and we agree, it is not the done thing to treat a president this way piling on humiliations like it was confetti, but I think Trump should avoid flying until
We win the election again, the American voters are mad enough to let this happen. ...
Exploding plane, but not an exploding cigar, as days of fun have long since gone.
The Byzantine Empire never left Russia, either that or they were incapable of keeping secrets, and sober leaders
like Putin, appear to be a rarity.
Trump the chomp, has had his mug- shot taken he didn't look pleased, and we agree, it is not the done thing to treat a president this way piling on humiliations like it was confetti, but I think Trump should avoid flying until
We win the election again, the American voters are mad enough to let this happen. ...
#children
#BestFriend
#humankind #masculinity
#humankind #masculinity
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
18th Feb 2023 4:10am
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
Bar Mitzvah Rituals of the Maltese Brotherhood
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
“Hey there Sherri, the fly of my son’s undies has a stain that just won’t come out. Can you work your magic and remove it?”
“Come again, isn’t he eighteen? Shouldn’t he be past that stage?”
“Don’t I wish, eighteen is the peak of their hormones.”
“Is this the same kind you had me scrub until my fingers were red last time?”
“It is only the aloe cucumber lotion. He took his underwear off before achieving ‘O’.”
“How do you know it is just lotion? Surely he didn’t tell you.”
“Believe me the scent...
#girlfriend
#motherhood
#erotic
#son
#masculinity
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oskar
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 10:55am
4th Feb 2023 10:55am
my mother the communist
My mother, the communist
My mother was brought up in an orphanage because her father
a confectioner became an alcoholic and lost his job, ended
up looking for work when ships came in and needed dockers
to unload the cargo.
My mother, although working class, was well-read but also
a bit eccentric, she had come to the erroneous conclusion
that only communism (equality in her mind) could bring peace.
It was in one of the papers she read I learned about
Roosevelt’s knowledge of the Japanese Pearl Harbor attack.
I was about twelve years old...
My mother was brought up in an orphanage because her father
a confectioner became an alcoholic and lost his job, ended
up looking for work when ships came in and needed dockers
to unload the cargo.
My mother, although working class, was well-read but also
a bit eccentric, she had come to the erroneous conclusion
that only communism (equality in her mind) could bring peace.
It was in one of the papers she read I learned about
Roosevelt’s knowledge of the Japanese Pearl Harbor attack.
I was about twelve years old...
#identity
#music
#art
#morality
#masculinity
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oskar
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2022 10:14am
3rd Oct 2022 10:14am
oil Jackpot in Norway
Oil jackpot
When coming home from the ship, his coastal town
was in an uproar from every window, people shouted
and banged pot pans together
People danced in the street, which was unheard of
young people shamelessly made love under oaks
so eagerly that trees that had been around forever
lost their leaves.
At home, his mother hollered, from the window
we are richer than the Americans, wealthier then
the Saudis.
His father said, no point going back to see if we can
Pakistanis and the Philippines for this.
People had...
When coming home from the ship, his coastal town
was in an uproar from every window, people shouted
and banged pot pans together
People danced in the street, which was unheard of
young people shamelessly made love under oaks
so eagerly that trees that had been around forever
lost their leaves.
At home, his mother hollered, from the window
we are richer than the Americans, wealthier then
the Saudis.
His father said, no point going back to see if we can
Pakistanis and the Philippines for this.
People had...
#men
#soldiers
#friendship
#heroic
#masculinity
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 6:13pm
7th Jun 2022 6:13pm
I remember Laika
I remember Laika
The warm sun and wind keep winter at bay
but it is time to say goodbye to Laika, the dog
the new face of the moon.
The farewell can’t be delayed a boy has run to
the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry
the struggle to accept the unavoidable.
Dark cloud from the North where nature is solemn
there is no hint of gaieties in their towns’
architecture
Winter hearts will dispose and scatter misery
protestants do not allow for lofty dreams.
The wind is cold, new rules people must work harder
the...
The warm sun and wind keep winter at bay
but it is time to say goodbye to Laika, the dog
the new face of the moon.
The farewell can’t be delayed a boy has run to
the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry
the struggle to accept the unavoidable.
Dark cloud from the North where nature is solemn
there is no hint of gaieties in their towns’
architecture
Winter hearts will dispose and scatter misery
protestants do not allow for lofty dreams.
The wind is cold, new rules people must work harder
the...
#children
#men
#BestFriend
#friendship
#masculinity
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oskar
Poem Published
18th Nov 2021 3:28pm
18th Nov 2021 3:28pm
paretenthood
Parenthood
My father hung in the belfry
so many called him father, but the old woman in the house where I lived
said he was my father.
When I met Mother superior, her eyes softened for a moment.
The hanging was an accident.
At his funereal, the bishop attended to stop rumours of suicide.
The old woman and I watched the proceeding at a far distance.
I did see the face of the prioress in the window
unblinkingly stern, but in the afternoon glow,
she had tears in the corner of her eyes.
The old woman cackled and said, she gave you to...
My father hung in the belfry
so many called him father, but the old woman in the house where I lived
said he was my father.
When I met Mother superior, her eyes softened for a moment.
The hanging was an accident.
At his funereal, the bishop attended to stop rumours of suicide.
The old woman and I watched the proceeding at a far distance.
I did see the face of the prioress in the window
unblinkingly stern, but in the afternoon glow,
she had tears in the corner of her eyes.
The old woman cackled and said, she gave you to...
#politics
#music
#morality #masculinity
#morality #masculinity
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oskar
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 8:55am
14th Jun 2021 8:55am
dark lif matters
Dark life matters
Woke up in the night it was very dark
put a hand out couldn´t see it.
I wonder how it is to be blind?
In this flat, if no one rearranges the furniture
it would be easy, find the kitchen too.
Opening the fridge is a breeze, it is of no interest
if its light comes on or not.
Remember to clean your hands!
On nights like this, I should be contemplating my death
but my vanity gets in the way.
Should I smile or look grim, and would they remember
to put tanning cream on my face?
I friend of mine who works at the...
Woke up in the night it was very dark
put a hand out couldn´t see it.
I wonder how it is to be blind?
In this flat, if no one rearranges the furniture
it would be easy, find the kitchen too.
Opening the fridge is a breeze, it is of no interest
if its light comes on or not.
Remember to clean your hands!
On nights like this, I should be contemplating my death
but my vanity gets in the way.
Should I smile or look grim, and would they remember
to put tanning cream on my face?
I friend of mine who works at the...
#women
#men
#teens
#transgender
#masculinity
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