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.
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Jul 2022 1:54am
14th Jul 2022 1:54am
The Amorist
Men, think tonight...as you are getting laid,
"Are there any riches better than this?"
Better than anything else you are paid
Which will not support your next wooing kiss?
Well obviously the answer is no.
So why do some men value more their truck
Or polish hogs to be the best in show
Rather than making effort for a fuck
Which they'll remember to their dying day
As the finest of all possible luck?
Why not prioritize a different way
To see her more by Cupid's arrow struck
After launching from all your deepest wishes?
Cupid...
"Are there any riches better than this?"
Better than anything else you are paid
Which will not support your next wooing kiss?
Well obviously the answer is no.
So why do some men value more their truck
Or polish hogs to be the best in show
Rather than making effort for a fuck
Which they'll remember to their dying day
As the finest of all possible luck?
Why not prioritize a different way
To see her more by Cupid's arrow struck
After launching from all your deepest wishes?
Cupid...
#patience
#heroic
#wisdom #masculinity
#wisdom #masculinity
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 00:18am
8th Jul 2022 00:18am
they quickly turn aggressive
not good with loud
and over friendly types in the pub
who’ll just assume that
I agree with everything they
say I don’t .. ?
and over friendly types in the pub
who’ll just assume that
I agree with everything they
say I don’t .. ?
#masculinity
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2022 1:31am
3rd Jul 2022 1:31am
Hey Dudes,
Please don the mask of sanity
And leave it in its proper place
Where it covers the inanity
Of your ugly hominid face.
Place it before your angry brain
Lurking behind those dopey eyes
Where it prevents the character stain
Your baser antics won't disguise.
Oh you can call it one great lie,
That common courtesy of old,
But it's a finer thing to try
Than your sub cortical scold...
Ever the clumsy cliché cuss
As graceless as a blunderbuss
Or any shameless primal act
Demonstrating your lack of tact.
And leave it in its proper place
Where it covers the inanity
Of your ugly hominid face.
Place it before your angry brain
Lurking behind those dopey eyes
Where it prevents the character stain
Your baser antics won't disguise.
Oh you can call it one great lie,
That common courtesy of old,
But it's a finer thing to try
Than your sub cortical scold...
Ever the clumsy cliché cuss
As graceless as a blunderbuss
Or any shameless primal act
Demonstrating your lack of tact.
#men
#wisdom
#tolerance #masculinity
#tolerance #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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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th May 2022 1:01am
18th May 2022 1:01am
Sir Topp'im Hat
A brand new topper for the toff
was revealed on Christmas Eve
and though deplorables may scoff
It's all because they preconceive
that anyone who wears a hat
must look as though they drive a truck.
But, of rural fashion format,
a dandy does not give a fuck
since men in redneck uniforms,
and the bigotry that they sell,
are some of the required norms
for old confederates in hell.
No, a top hat is not as cheap
as what crackers and rappers wear
but under it esteem will keep...
was revealed on Christmas Eve
and though deplorables may scoff
It's all because they preconceive
that anyone who wears a hat
must look as though they drive a truck.
But, of rural fashion format,
a dandy does not give a fuck
since men in redneck uniforms,
and the bigotry that they sell,
are some of the required norms
for old confederates in hell.
No, a top hat is not as cheap
as what crackers and rappers wear
but under it esteem will keep...
#PopCulture
#culture
#masculinity
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
10th May 2022 2:18pm
10th May 2022 2:18pm
Masculine
I thought I couldn’t be a man
but I was just as violent
as any girl-chaser
and just as in need
of something to hit
but I was just as violent
as any girl-chaser
and just as in need
of something to hit
#masculinity
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Apr 2022 11:27am
17th Apr 2022 11:27am
A Victim
He’d rather not be doing it,
he’d rather be alone.
But men are only real
when they’re as hard as stone.
he’d rather be alone.
But men are only real
when they’re as hard as stone.
#violence
#masculinity
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
15th Apr 2022 00:40am
15th Apr 2022 00:40am
Trying to Talk with a Man
i never thought how it must feel
to have to be a mountain -
immovable, impassable -
when you don’t always feel like one
i never thought how it must hurt
when all that comes your way is cars
and you’ve been told to be a road,
though even roads can get potholes
i never dreamed that being you
was hard, too lost in my own pain.
that when you told me how it felt
to be sent back to stand
among the grease fryers, unseen,
as pretty ones were placed upfront,
that you weren’t just lying to me
to have to be a mountain -
immovable, impassable -
when you don’t always feel like one
i never thought how it must hurt
when all that comes your way is cars
and you’ve been told to be a road,
though even roads can get potholes
i never dreamed that being you
was hard, too lost in my own pain.
that when you told me how it felt
to be sent back to stand
among the grease fryers, unseen,
as pretty ones were placed upfront,
that you weren’t just lying to me
#masculinity
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mzlyrical
JuleZzz
JuleZzz
Poem Published
1st Apr 2022 10:55am
1st Apr 2022 10:55am
Locked in this prison
Locked in this prison I'm stylish and slick, so why'd I remain like some chick with a d*ck,
There's a femme fatale in here just yearning release, as the odds they get lower the needs they increase,
I'm a blank, empty canvas on which I create, a most feminine vision I'm sure you relate,
To the woman within there is really no doubt, as I'm locked in this prison and cannot break out,
But I'll dress for my public in leather and lace, of a male chromosome you'll be finding no trace,
With my lashes, and lips crafted carefully so, the fact I was born a boy you'd never know, ...
There's a femme fatale in here just yearning release, as the odds they get lower the needs they increase,
I'm a blank, empty canvas on which I create, a most feminine vision I'm sure you relate,
To the woman within there is really no doubt, as I'm locked in this prison and cannot break out,
But I'll dress for my public in leather and lace, of a male chromosome you'll be finding no trace,
With my lashes, and lips crafted carefully so, the fact I was born a boy you'd never know, ...
#identity
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#transgender
#masculinity
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stevenyprince
alysha
alysha
Poem Published
4th Feb 2022 3:54pm
4th Feb 2022 3:54pm
Masculine
He reminds me of ritual
Every breath is sacred, individual
He teaches me about ceremony
Hearts in union, movement in harmony
He shows me intentional actions
Love that has no transactions
He holds space for me
Opens up portals of destiny
He keeps the even pace
Makes the strongest feel safe
He is the builder of many things, of dreams
Powerful, his voice is the trees, is the streams
Him, a hunter, and warrior
Him, a king, and protector
He is the strength in vulnerability
He is stability in action
He is Divine...
Every breath is sacred, individual
He teaches me about ceremony
Hearts in union, movement in harmony
He shows me intentional actions
Love that has no transactions
He holds space for me
Opens up portals of destiny
He keeps the even pace
Makes the strongest feel safe
He is the builder of many things, of dreams
Powerful, his voice is the trees, is the streams
Him, a hunter, and warrior
Him, a king, and protector
He is the strength in vulnerability
He is stability in action
He is Divine...
#love
#men
#spiritual
#lover
#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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javalini
Poem Published
11th Nov 2021 1:29pm
11th Nov 2021 1:29pm
DIMINISHED
he would go hungry
before he let us want
that's what i saw
and what i took for truth
and what my soul yearned to follow --
not blind
nor brutish
nor toxic
but righteous,
his love proved in a thousand ways
and none of them meant
to diminish
but to cherish
and work, work, work
and fix
and do
and hold (too) tight
and hold the door
and take the bullet
and tolerate
and try
so fuckin' hard
to carry the load
without letting on about
the goddamned weary strain of it ...
before he let us want
that's what i saw
and what i took for truth
and what my soul yearned to follow --
not blind
nor brutish
nor toxic
but righteous,
his love proved in a thousand ways
and none of them meant
to diminish
but to cherish
and work, work, work
and fix
and do
and hold (too) tight
and hold the door
and take the bullet
and tolerate
and try
so fuckin' hard
to carry the load
without letting on about
the goddamned weary strain of it ...
#LifeStruggles
#masculinity
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