Poems About Masculinity Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about masculinity seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
bandit
Poem Published
4th Aug 2021 00:29am
4th Aug 2021 00:29am
why look past a man like me
I am the kind of man
one would call a gentleman
I open doors and treat ladies right
yet the one girls overlook
bad boy is their taste you see
pain and sorrow tomorrow
and every day to fallow
why ladies do you reject
the ones ready to protect
that love and security you needed
heart felt love and gentleness in deeded
why look past a man like me
one would call a gentleman
I open doors and treat ladies right
yet the one girls overlook
bad boy is their taste you see
pain and sorrow tomorrow
and every day to fallow
why ladies do you reject
the ones ready to protect
that love and security you needed
heart felt love and gentleness in deeded
why look past a man like me
#identity
#responsibility
#masculinity
#DomesticViolence
#vulnerability
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2021 00:27am
22nd Jul 2021 00:27am
Strawberries
Waste words
on shadows.
Hear the echoes
of whispers
on the wind.
Say it louder,
with your chest,
say what you know
needs to be said.
Let the world
in all it’s light
see you for all the colors
you hold within.
Pink is pretty
and that’s just fine
to want that
a little bit.
on shadows.
Hear the echoes
of whispers
on the wind.
Say it louder,
with your chest,
say what you know
needs to be said.
Let the world
in all it’s light
see you for all the colors
you hold within.
Pink is pretty
and that’s just fine
to want that
a little bit.
#hope
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth #masculinity
#SelfWorth #masculinity
372 reads
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javalini
Poem Published
6th Jul 2021 5:20pm
6th Jul 2021 5:20pm
CHARACTER SKETCH
he only had one ball
and it was hanging
almost mid thigh
that's how hard
his life had been
and it was hanging
almost mid thigh
that's how hard
his life had been
#LifeStruggles
#masculinity
320 reads
2 Comments
JeanieShyrle83
Poem Published
8th Jun 2021 1:42am
8th Jun 2021 1:42am
Nosebleed
I don't think I'm angry enough...
Road raging drunks
Demanding sovereignty of the road
I didn't ask for conflict
I just wanted to get home
My son.
Still a child. 17...
My child.
I insisted that he stay.
Following my own advice
Still haunts me everyday
I can smell the man's beer breath
On my upper lip
I can taste his putrid hate
Every time that he spits
My forehead still Burns
From when he pushed his to mine
It throbs like a bomb
In need of more time
Words were exchanged, it's all now...
Road raging drunks
Demanding sovereignty of the road
I didn't ask for conflict
I just wanted to get home
My son.
Still a child. 17...
My child.
I insisted that he stay.
Following my own advice
Still haunts me everyday
I can smell the man's beer breath
On my upper lip
I can taste his putrid hate
Every time that he spits
My forehead still Burns
From when he pushed his to mine
It throbs like a bomb
In need of more time
Words were exchanged, it's all now...
#violence
#LGBT
#feminism
#responsibility
#masculinity
449 reads
7 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 9:00pm
2nd Jun 2021 9:00pm
A Man's Character...
Man's character is like the edge beyond the border
Along the body or across the soul,
Where behind a wall of hardened steel
Lurks pain at the edge of silence
Man's character - like that thunderstorm in a rush
In the midst of the heavens beyond the rocks in the darkness,
Where suddenly the tears are salty, grasping
Mixes in desperate rain
Man's character - like a straight line,
Where on the breaks it is piercingly sharp,
But all the same gives up, slowly burning,
Desiring affection and feminine warmth
Man's character...
Along the body or across the soul,
Where behind a wall of hardened steel
Lurks pain at the edge of silence
Man's character - like that thunderstorm in a rush
In the midst of the heavens beyond the rocks in the darkness,
Where suddenly the tears are salty, grasping
Mixes in desperate rain
Man's character - like a straight line,
Where on the breaks it is piercingly sharp,
But all the same gives up, slowly burning,
Desiring affection and feminine warmth
Man's character...
#love
#strength
#men
#admiration
#masculinity
710 reads
31 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
13th May 2021 1:12pm
13th May 2021 1:12pm
THE FUZZY BEAST
listen...
a boy lets it spill
but a man has learned to tuck it in
and hold it close
and push on through
and not shake
or quake
or cower
or at least not let anybody see
and hell, son,
feelings ain't shit
and ain't nobody gonna
ask about your feelings anyway
'cause you're man
and a man don't fret
and don't dwell
and don't crack or cry
but stands stalwart
and takes it on
and damn if a man whose beat down
can't fake a swagger
and say "fuck it" and "goddamn"
and flick...
a boy lets it spill
but a man has learned to tuck it in
and hold it close
and push on through
and not shake
or quake
or cower
or at least not let anybody see
and hell, son,
feelings ain't shit
and ain't nobody gonna
ask about your feelings anyway
'cause you're man
and a man don't fret
and don't dwell
and don't crack or cry
but stands stalwart
and takes it on
and damn if a man whose beat down
can't fake a swagger
and say "fuck it" and "goddamn"
and flick...
#masculinity
324 reads
4 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
14th Mar 2021 9:29pm
14th Mar 2021 9:29pm
Diamond Hustle (Revisited)
Streamers with their game on clutch
maneuvering easier than a kid jumping double Dutch
Doings vs and gunny battles while logged into multiple accounts
waiting to give their snipers the signal to pounce
These Ring Masters/Mistresses say words like "put it top on my top"
and repeat it non stop
Sexy Seductive Sensual Divas twerk and play with their hair
immature boys gift them hoping one day they will care
Tens of thousands of dollars are wasted daily on this charade
and under the...
maneuvering easier than a kid jumping double Dutch
Doings vs and gunny battles while logged into multiple accounts
waiting to give their snipers the signal to pounce
These Ring Masters/Mistresses say words like "put it top on my top"
and repeat it non stop
Sexy Seductive Sensual Divas twerk and play with their hair
immature boys gift them hoping one day they will care
Tens of thousands of dollars are wasted daily on this charade
and under the...
#identity
#PopCulture
#consumerism #masculinity
#consumerism #masculinity
1208 reads
0 Comments
again
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 5:45pm
26th Feb 2021 5:45pm
TIP END
#sex
#crush
#masculinity
436 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 8:30pm
25th Feb 2021 8:30pm
Your... Masculine
I want you...
I want to pull off your pants
Push you on the bed
Run my tongue along your neck,
below...
Swiftly down
To your
Desired Male
Elastic
Thirsty...
Touch your fingers...
And slowly delightfully,
closing your eyes,
clasp my lips...
In sweet anticipation...
And draw my tongue to the base
Feeling the surface...
And again to return upward,
feeling the throbbing in anticipation...
And at the very elevation,
outline the contours with a searching
Wet...
I want to pull off your pants
Push you on the bed
Run my tongue along your neck,
below...
Swiftly down
To your
Desired Male
Elastic
Thirsty...
Touch your fingers...
And slowly delightfully,
closing your eyes,
clasp my lips...
In sweet anticipation...
And draw my tongue to the base
Feeling the surface...
And again to return upward,
feeling the throbbing in anticipation...
And at the very elevation,
outline the contours with a searching
Wet...
#lust
#men
#erotic
#orgasm
#masculinity
1888 reads
54 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 4:00pm
23rd Feb 2021 4:00pm
I am the Chest of all Men
I am the chest of all men,
Concave to the rushes of their gray days;
I know the guilts and grief of their women,
What hides in the shoots of their fat dreams,
Staged in the hollows of their pillows.
I beat the breasts of all men,
Drink then rue the body of time spent
Drinking,
I see their dance of sinews:
there at the seams of the night,
shivering shadows,
skin abrupting skin.
I am the chest of all men,
flex the biceps of yellowed ambitions
caress the paintings and books
that live only in their swaggering hearts and...
Concave to the rushes of their gray days;
I know the guilts and grief of their women,
What hides in the shoots of their fat dreams,
Staged in the hollows of their pillows.
I beat the breasts of all men,
Drink then rue the body of time spent
Drinking,
I see their dance of sinews:
there at the seams of the night,
shivering shadows,
skin abrupting skin.
I am the chest of all men,
flex the biceps of yellowed ambitions
caress the paintings and books
that live only in their swaggering hearts and...
#men
#masculinity
749 reads
11 Comments
Peanut
Poem Published
9th Feb 2021 10:55am
9th Feb 2021 10:55am
work In progress
sweat drips
like piss
flowing from that concrete
statue
no one knows
what it's called;
but it happens to fill
as a water feature
anywhere
a guy
with an idea and
a bucket of grout
to fill the cracks in the
tiles
finds a nine by nine space
in a park
that musky smell from
work boots
having spent a day
laboring
in a cold steel factory
which exists
because
damn, we have to make something
-anything
no one actually gives a shit ...
like piss
flowing from that concrete
statue
no one knows
what it's called;
but it happens to fill
as a water feature
anywhere
a guy
with an idea and
a bucket of grout
to fill the cracks in the
tiles
finds a nine by nine space
in a park
that musky smell from
work boots
having spent a day
laboring
in a cold steel factory
which exists
because
damn, we have to make something
-anything
no one actually gives a shit ...
#masculinity
173 reads
1 Comment
javalini
Poem Published
7th Feb 2021 3:28pm
7th Feb 2021 3:28pm
JESSE'S SOLILOQUY
play
pretend
'til you believe
and god knows
ain't but some of it
real
and our truths
are tender just
under
the skin
where all what's meek
or mild
is kept
secret
'cause we learn
quick
that a man's a man,
strong
and swaggered,
hard clenched
and bound
to walk off his pain
and be the keeper
of all what's his
so, goddamn, baby,
let me be the keeper
pretend
'til you believe
and god knows
ain't but some of it
real
and our truths
are tender just
under
the skin
where all what's meek
or mild
is kept
secret
'cause we learn
quick
that a man's a man,
strong
and swaggered,
hard clenched
and bound
to walk off his pain
and be the keeper
of all what's his
so, goddamn, baby,
let me be the keeper
#masculinity
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0 Comments
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