Long Poems About Masculinity
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Long poems about masculinity. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
Spock Sings a Sapphic
#humankind
#masculinity
#men #women
#men #women
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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 2:54pm
1st Nov 2024 2:54pm
Thee Underclass
It was thee 18th century, and I was just a mere vagabondus.
I couldn't hold down a job, I think one week was my longest!
With a peaky blinders cap and my waistcoat on tight,
I would wander thee streets at night, drunk, and get into fights.
It was thee old days of Landan, full of buskers and harlots.
Staggering past thee beggers, on thee way to thee market.
I met a Dorris called Charlotte, going past on her horse and cart,
She offered me a lift and asked where I'd like to depart?!
She was talking all jargon about nobility,...
I couldn't hold down a job, I think one week was my longest!
With a peaky blinders cap and my waistcoat on tight,
I would wander thee streets at night, drunk, and get into fights.
It was thee old days of Landan, full of buskers and harlots.
Staggering past thee beggers, on thee way to thee market.
I met a Dorris called Charlotte, going past on her horse and cart,
She offered me a lift and asked where I'd like to depart?!
She was talking all jargon about nobility,...
#friendship
#heroic
#humankind #masculinity
#humankind #masculinity
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King_Seraphiel
Joshua Jamal
Joshua Jamal
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 1:10am
16th Oct 2024 1:10am
The Black Widow and the Scorpion
The Black Widow and The Scorpion
I'm a survivalist/
And one of the poisonous beings you'll ever meet/ but I call it being a realist/ I insist/ on protecting mines and my household/ no amount of trust in others I'm able to borrow/I'm a loner/ people in my life are just doners to a cause/ my needs need to be met/ I'm the boss of my own castle/ if you're in my kindgom you'll need to be at my call with no hassel/ and if you get on the saddle and go to a place/ if I call you, you better return with haste/ my words are law there is no debate/ and if you dare cross me, you'll be...
I'm a survivalist/
And one of the poisonous beings you'll ever meet/ but I call it being a realist/ I insist/ on protecting mines and my household/ no amount of trust in others I'm able to borrow/I'm a loner/ people in my life are just doners to a cause/ my needs need to be met/ I'm the boss of my own castle/ if you're in my kindgom you'll need to be at my call with no hassel/ and if you get on the saddle and go to a place/ if I call you, you better return with haste/ my words are law there is no debate/ and if you dare cross me, you'll be...
#masculinity
#women
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Sega
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 6:16pm
12th Mar 2023 6:16pm
Reflections
Rotten is the mind that thinks of the nice
When pain is the place that leads us to see
And not be blind, in the kind
Of way that we shy and hide
But fight online
And cry in our mum’s house
On the sly and rewind
Back to the man who’s
Outward and kind
For half a week
Until we speak
With a beer and a high five
With a
Miscellaneous man
At a the bar with a tie
And a good suit and a fine
Way of thinking
Fucking why am I
Trying to please these geezer
Who I wouldn’t give the time
In a day to...
When pain is the place that leads us to see
And not be blind, in the kind
Of way that we shy and hide
But fight online
And cry in our mum’s house
On the sly and rewind
Back to the man who’s
Outward and kind
For half a week
Until we speak
With a beer and a high five
With a
Miscellaneous man
At a the bar with a tie
And a good suit and a fine
Way of thinking
Fucking why am I
Trying to please these geezer
Who I wouldn’t give the time
In a day to...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#SelfWorth
#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
295 reads
5 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
16th Dec 2022 10:25pm
16th Dec 2022 10:25pm
God f**k Ye Merry Gentlemen
I could tell Jo had been drinking whilst writing her Xmas Cards, on catching sight of my enveloped address. It tilted like a capsizing ship.
Jo’s perennial greetings seemed to mark a gradual descent into an alcoholic abyss. Her reputation as a ‘party-girl’ at College had been built on an appetite for drinking. Jo’s nickname, The Dentist, reflected her ability to offer simultaneous blow-jobs.
She disliked the moniker at the time, and as the years unfolded, she grew to harbour resentment towards its continued use. In the manner of things, the more she protested, the...
Jo’s perennial greetings seemed to mark a gradual descent into an alcoholic abyss. Her reputation as a ‘party-girl’ at College had been built on an appetite for drinking. Jo’s nickname, The Dentist, reflected her ability to offer simultaneous blow-jobs.
She disliked the moniker at the time, and as the years unfolded, she grew to harbour resentment towards its continued use. In the manner of things, the more she protested, the...
#satirical
#ghosts
#masculinity
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7 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
14th Dec 2022 8:45am
14th Dec 2022 8:45am
THE RAPTURE IS AT HAND: THE DRYING UP OF THE RIVER EUPHRATES IS THE SIGN !!
The Rapture will involve people dying - mass death.
Nobody will go up without dying. Forget what your pastor told you.
He doesn't know (and may not even care?)
We read that the Rapture is somehow connected to the River Euphrates(Revelation 9.14-15).
It doesn't say the Rapture explicitly.
But it does speak of "the hour and the day" which is code for the Rapture.(Because when Christ spoke of "the hour and the day," (Matt.24.36)
He was referring to the time of THE RAPTURE.
(Later on we read of "the Euphrates drying up" (Rev.16.12).
So,...
Nobody will go up without dying. Forget what your pastor told you.
He doesn't know (and may not even care?)
We read that the Rapture is somehow connected to the River Euphrates(Revelation 9.14-15).
It doesn't say the Rapture explicitly.
But it does speak of "the hour and the day" which is code for the Rapture.(Because when Christ spoke of "the hour and the day," (Matt.24.36)
He was referring to the time of THE RAPTURE.
(Later on we read of "the Euphrates drying up" (Rev.16.12).
So,...
#children
#soldiers
#BestFriend #masculinity
#BestFriend #masculinity
267 reads
4 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
14th Oct 2022 5:34am
14th Oct 2022 5:34am
The Ah Search For Jerry Thick(After The Ah War For Auntee Ella)
#lesbian
#secrets
#gothic
#ForbiddenLove
#masculinity
216 reads
2 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
26th Sep 2022 5:34pm
26th Sep 2022 5:34pm
Micuaguainwa
#dark
#gothic
#ForbiddenLove
#crush
#masculinity
355 reads
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 1:19am
12th Aug 2022 1:19am
Today's Countenance
If the television set is to be believed then representatives of the fair sex are now expected to air brush away all traces of perceived wretchedness from their very own visages while the troglodytic male members of our species may lounge about with no care whatsoever regarding their manly facial flaws or beard bound meal chunks. I'm sure all that is fair somehow...but I don't see it.
True love, as hot as a panful of Neruda verse, never requires such artificial bracings and cupid's dart will not always wait for my lady's face.
Things are now dangerously informal...
True love, as hot as a panful of Neruda verse, never requires such artificial bracings and cupid's dart will not always wait for my lady's face.
Things are now dangerously informal...
#culture
#masculinity
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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
447 reads
7 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 4:11pm
19th Mar 2021 4:11pm
OPEN BOOK (Melancholia With a Side of Anxiety: The Breakfast of Champions)
i've always just pulled it out of bed
no matter how dark it got
and dragged it through the day
regardless of how beat down
and miserable i was
because that's what i was taught a man does
it's as though being broken inside
is some sort of sin against
the gods of masculinity --
a sign of unforgivable weakness --
because a man doesn't whine or coddle himself
but carries his own weight and walks the pain off
and does what he's got to do
and that, my friend, is that
and so some of us self medicate...
no matter how dark it got
and dragged it through the day
regardless of how beat down
and miserable i was
because that's what i was taught a man does
it's as though being broken inside
is some sort of sin against
the gods of masculinity --
a sign of unforgivable weakness --
because a man doesn't whine or coddle himself
but carries his own weight and walks the pain off
and does what he's got to do
and that, my friend, is that
and so some of us self medicate...
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#humankind #masculinity
#humankind #masculinity
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