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.
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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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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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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Duice
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 5:12pm
16th Jun 2024 5:12pm
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 ...
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 ...
#masculinity
#philosophical
#fate
#redemption
#TruthOfLife
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 7:19pm
23rd Mar 2024 7:19pm
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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javalini
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 00:30am
15th Mar 2024 00:30am
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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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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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 11:29pm
5th Mar 2024 11:29pm
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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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2023 8:16am
23rd Dec 2023 8:16am
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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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
1st Oct 2023 00:29am
1st Oct 2023 00:29am
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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