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.
Duice
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 5:53am
11th Dec 2024 5:53am
Duality
Partly Dead Inside _ Nerve Damage
Need A Root Canal _ Crown Sandwich
Cold Hard Demeanor _ Ice Capades
Urbane Jaw Breaker _ Praised Accolades
How A Boss Talk _ All Introspect
Respectful Disrespect _ Plenty Intellect
Asleep Vendetta _ Dream Catcher
Ambitious Goals _ Noble Stature
Godsent Bestowed _ Pressed & Stamp
Shrewd Humor Core _ Sarcasm Champ
Camo Survival Kit _ Backpack Disciple
Marine Rambo Knife _ Assault Rifle
Big Homie Vain _ Sanctified Stance
Huge Army Guns _ Hammer Dance
Full Girth & Length _ No...
Need A Root Canal _ Crown Sandwich
Cold Hard Demeanor _ Ice Capades
Urbane Jaw Breaker _ Praised Accolades
How A Boss Talk _ All Introspect
Respectful Disrespect _ Plenty Intellect
Asleep Vendetta _ Dream Catcher
Ambitious Goals _ Noble Stature
Godsent Bestowed _ Pressed & Stamp
Shrewd Humor Core _ Sarcasm Champ
Camo Survival Kit _ Backpack Disciple
Marine Rambo Knife _ Assault Rifle
Big Homie Vain _ Sanctified Stance
Huge Army Guns _ Hammer Dance
Full Girth & Length _ No...
#identity
#masculinity
#morality
#SelfReflection
#strength
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NP_NP
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 5:13pm
7th Dec 2024 5:13pm
Ken Dolls
You're so pretty, like a Ken doll. I'm perfectly fine if you stand still with your champagne—the perfect pose. His hair parted perfectly, suits from Wisconsin. He looks like he'd be a collectible; only thing is, I don't play with men who remind me of Ken dolls. With their perfect smiles, I could never trust a man prettier than I. Still, I put him in a glass case to look at when I'm bored. His abs chiseled with such precision—damn, he definitely has Mattel stamped on his ass. I adjust his arms, posing him perfectly as I place him back in his stand. He talks with a flawless voice and always...
#admiration
#masculinity
#men
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
Spock Sings a Sapphic
#humankind
#masculinity
#men #women
#men #women
110 reads
4 Comments
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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Lowko
Jimi Tatz
Jimi Tatz
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 2:33pm
17th Oct 2024 2:33pm
3 Amigos
Gino loved his music. He would make it on his laptop, he would record his vocals into it, and make sure that it's all back up.
Sitting in his room, making tunes on his ones, his Spaniard friend knocks on the door because she's shaking for a bong.
Gina was her name. She would buy weed from Gino every day before she started her shifts at work and became a slave.
Gino asks Gina if she would lay some Spanish down on a song that he'd been working on. What could go possibly wrong?
He calls his friend Rev over, who is a wizz on the guitar, with ginger...
Sitting in his room, making tunes on his ones, his Spaniard friend knocks on the door because she's shaking for a bong.
Gina was her name. She would buy weed from Gino every day before she started her shifts at work and became a slave.
Gino asks Gina if she would lay some Spanish down on a song that he'd been working on. What could go possibly wrong?
He calls his friend Rev over, who is a wizz on the guitar, with ginger...
#art
#culture
#identity
#masculinity
#music
106 reads
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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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jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 8:03am
1st Oct 2024 8:03am
Gamble at Your Own
We watch and listen more than speak
Only pretend
When we seek truth
Through blatant deceit
Don't fault me
For playing
The way you wanted to play me
Please
Understand
It's you
Definitely
Not me
And let's face it
You were beat
Haha
I know who I am
Naw
I really don't
But I don't pretend
Boast
About
Doing the most...
Humble intellectual
Effectual
Non masculine
Who's masculine
Comes out when
It's needed...
Only pretend
When we seek truth
Through blatant deceit
Don't fault me
For playing
The way you wanted to play me
Please
Understand
It's you
Definitely
Not me
And let's face it
You were beat
Haha
I know who I am
Naw
I really don't
But I don't pretend
Boast
About
Doing the most...
Humble intellectual
Effectual
Non masculine
Who's masculine
Comes out when
It's needed...
#dating
#funny
#masculinity
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 4:07pm
16th Aug 2024 4:07pm
Some Stray Thoughts on Misogyny
Your Mother's Eden, see.
Her plants watered only by drink
divine, without adultery.
She doesn't lust, she doesn't ache.
She'll make the beds, and break
the eggs. And if she doesn't, death awaits.
But Eden always dies. No tree
or blade exists without mortality's
office. And yet we blame Eden, the dog.
And should a woman turn on us...
Eden doesn't just wither, it burns.
Why else were England's witches only burned
when wife's magic was used against husbands?
The codes of masculinity
were built on...
Her plants watered only by drink
divine, without adultery.
She doesn't lust, she doesn't ache.
She'll make the beds, and break
the eggs. And if she doesn't, death awaits.
But Eden always dies. No tree
or blade exists without mortality's
office. And yet we blame Eden, the dog.
And should a woman turn on us...
Eden doesn't just wither, it burns.
Why else were England's witches only burned
when wife's magic was used against husbands?
The codes of masculinity
were built on...
#feminism
#masculinity
129 reads
2 Comments
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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3 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
29th Jul 2024 5:51pm
29th Jul 2024 5:51pm
Not even second class
A fucking white male
So privileged
Far right misogynistic
Extreme family man
Nazi ad infinitum expelleleosism
The solution to this white stain?
Replacement
Or total annihilation?
So privileged
Far right misogynistic
Extreme family man
Nazi ad infinitum expelleleosism
The solution to this white stain?
Replacement
Or total annihilation?
#lies
#masculinity
#oppression
#responsibility
#tradition
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Roguenarak
Poem Published
25th Jul 2024 7:03pm
25th Jul 2024 7:03pm
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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