Long Poems About Men
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Long poems about men. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
faithmairee
Poem Published
21st Apr 2024 10:29pm
21st Apr 2024 10:29pm
The Lady Blue (The Near Seduction)
One afternoon while I was home sunbathing next to the pool, Joe unexpectedly showed up here.
"I probably shouldn't be here," he said standing next to the lawn chair looking down at me, then added, "I'll leave it you want me to."
"It's alright, I replied as I shielded my eyes from the sun and looked up at him. I was thinking about how handsome he looked looking down and ogling me. "Please stay!"
It all started innocently enough with him offering to put sun lotion on my back. I closed my eyes enjoying the way his hands...
"I probably shouldn't be here," he said standing next to the lawn chair looking down at me, then added, "I'll leave it you want me to."
"It's alright, I replied as I shielded my eyes from the sun and looked up at him. I was thinking about how handsome he looked looking down and ogling me. "Please stay!"
It all started innocently enough with him offering to put sun lotion on my back. I closed my eyes enjoying the way his hands...
#lust
#men
#sexy
56 reads
8 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 8:22pm
10th Apr 2024 8:22pm
Falling on Deaf Ears
#women
#men
#relationships
37 reads
4 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 4:20am
28th Mar 2024 4:20am
Sex Trafficked
Mucheal, a young lad with dreams so bright
His chiselled body, a sight to delight
But fate had a different path in store
One that would leave him shaken to the core
Rejected from a photoshoot, his dreams crushed
Dejected and lost, on a bench he hushed
But then came Herma, with a job in hand
Little did he know, it was not what he planned
A disbarred lawyer, turned business tycoon
Herma saw potential, in Mucheal's swoon
She offered him a job, to take care of her estate
But little did he know, it was a different fate
...
His chiselled body, a sight to delight
But fate had a different path in store
One that would leave him shaken to the core
Rejected from a photoshoot, his dreams crushed
Dejected and lost, on a bench he hushed
But then came Herma, with a job in hand
Little did he know, it was not what he planned
A disbarred lawyer, turned business tycoon
Herma saw potential, in Mucheal's swoon
She offered him a job, to take care of her estate
But little did he know, it was a different fate
...
#anxiety
#children
#men #sex
#men #sex
108 reads
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 11:36pm
24th Mar 2024 11:36pm
Boundaries
Just because I’M sexual doesn’t mean that we should SEX
Just because YOU’RE sexual doesn’t mean that WE should SEX
And what it NEVER means is sexualise ME as a result of MY art and soul
That’s just your reaction
Not attraction
I’m just a vessel
Of expression
That is ALL
You’ve objectified ME sexually
And above all else that disrespects ME and more
It degrades the woman
It disrespects the art
Quite frankly it just makes me ANGRY
Just because I’m attractive doesn’t mean you know who...
Just because YOU’RE sexual doesn’t mean that WE should SEX
And what it NEVER means is sexualise ME as a result of MY art and soul
That’s just your reaction
Not attraction
I’m just a vessel
Of expression
That is ALL
You’ve objectified ME sexually
And above all else that disrespects ME and more
It degrades the woman
It disrespects the art
Quite frankly it just makes me ANGRY
Just because I’m attractive doesn’t mean you know who...
#anger
#men
#relationships #frustration
#relationships #frustration
86 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 3:13pm
13th Mar 2024 3:13pm
Cocooned In Silk
One wild and wintry winter
He ventured to the wood
Guided only by the eerie moonlight
As he reached the spot,where a monster once stood
He called out "Oh monster!"
"Come to me forthwith"
"I wish to make a deal with you"
"That one day you may'st forgive"
He waited upon a mossy bank
Surrounded by frozen leaves
And within a moment of minutes
A loud crunching could be perceived
As he beckoned it even closer
He began to perceive its size
As wide as a felled oak tree ...
He ventured to the wood
Guided only by the eerie moonlight
As he reached the spot,where a monster once stood
He called out "Oh monster!"
"Come to me forthwith"
"I wish to make a deal with you"
"That one day you may'st forgive"
He waited upon a mossy bank
Surrounded by frozen leaves
And within a moment of minutes
A loud crunching could be perceived
As he beckoned it even closer
He began to perceive its size
As wide as a felled oak tree ...
#men
#monsters
#surreal
#witches
#curse
56 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 2:42am
9th Feb 2024 2:42am
Oh, That’s So Banana (Men’s Health)
Okay ladies, flow with me on this beautiful scenario, you are all hugged up with your handsome Boo, you two are beyond the kisses stage, clothes are slowly lessening. You are wet and he assures you he will be, once he places a prophylactic on, you two are ready for that special moment.
He has an erection you have been scoping through his jeans for a while, the mood is set, then, you look down and his erected penis has a curvature to it. Your eyebrows rise at the difference regarding another man’s arousal. Should you ask him is that normal, if you do, will he have an explanation? ...
He has an erection you have been scoping through his jeans for a while, the mood is set, then, you look down and his erected penis has a curvature to it. Your eyebrows rise at the difference regarding another man’s arousal. Should you ask him is that normal, if you do, will he have an explanation? ...
#men
294 reads
11 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
17th Jan 2024 8:22pm
17th Jan 2024 8:22pm
Deep Inside
When you are inside a woman it is actually being inside another
With her having the title of sister, auntie, daughter, grandmother or mother,
“A personal gift given at that special moment just for you
To become oneness and bonded especially if she is someone new,
It is an honor to be chosen and welcomed into her inner embrace
To travel to that wonderland so enjoy being within that magical place,
“Respect the journey, because she might not even respect herself
And if you notice, do not sexually indulge try to provide some form...
With her having the title of sister, auntie, daughter, grandmother or mother,
“A personal gift given at that special moment just for you
To become oneness and bonded especially if she is someone new,
It is an honor to be chosen and welcomed into her inner embrace
To travel to that wonderland so enjoy being within that magical place,
“Respect the journey, because she might not even respect herself
And if you notice, do not sexually indulge try to provide some form...
#women
#men
#sex
192 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
16th Jan 2024 8:42pm
16th Jan 2024 8:42pm
No Sleep
If the only way I have to keep a woman is by my checkbook
Then when she walks away in gold digger disgust all I can do is look,
“No sleepless night coming my way or my soul is shook
The only thing I will miss is her sucking dick and the meals she cook,
“I call it profitable addition, because of common sense subtraction
Because bitches with attitudes and bullshit always give me a negative reaction,
“Having them scream ‘fuck you CS’ and calling me a gay-ass bitch
A ho’s opinion, because I will never be a recipient of a penetrating dick, ...
Then when she walks away in gold digger disgust all I can do is look,
“No sleepless night coming my way or my soul is shook
The only thing I will miss is her sucking dick and the meals she cook,
“I call it profitable addition, because of common sense subtraction
Because bitches with attitudes and bullshit always give me a negative reaction,
“Having them scream ‘fuck you CS’ and calling me a gay-ass bitch
A ho’s opinion, because I will never be a recipient of a penetrating dick, ...
#women
#men
111 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Nov 2023 4:17pm
24th Nov 2023 4:17pm
The Miseducation Of The Hebrew Male
Where do I even begin when speaking on the Creator’s most trusted creation, and please allow my mind to set aside all bias notations of God’s men.
The center of his creation is the ideology of His rod and His staff.
His mantra of being surely must bring his path comfort and a of joy in the evolution of his existence.
The salvation of the Hebrew man Golden salvation from where he stands to the head upon where he rests his thoughts if found within the blessed confession from out his mouth.
Society would say why not his heart, why not his mind, why not in...
The center of his creation is the ideology of His rod and His staff.
His mantra of being surely must bring his path comfort and a of joy in the evolution of his existence.
The salvation of the Hebrew man Golden salvation from where he stands to the head upon where he rests his thoughts if found within the blessed confession from out his mouth.
Society would say why not his heart, why not his mind, why not in...
#men
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#culture
#wisdom
230 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 11:50pm
20th Nov 2023 11:50pm
Mending the Bluebird of Happiness - Rewrite
Mending the Bluebird of Happiness
My friends gather into a sepia photograph like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel wearing suspenders and dressed for the night. My partner from another life Ted meets me in a room full of tears where memories stalk his lonely hours. Our feet glide across the carpet while I carry a book to spark conversation with the spaces between us growing.
Ted tells me, “Amber looks lonely. Reading too much is bad for your marriage. Go talk to her.”
My sibling Sonny opens the door to brotherhood with me as I teeter on the brink of monasticism. ...
My friends gather into a sepia photograph like ghosts from a Fitzgerald novel wearing suspenders and dressed for the night. My partner from another life Ted meets me in a room full of tears where memories stalk his lonely hours. Our feet glide across the carpet while I carry a book to spark conversation with the spaces between us growing.
Ted tells me, “Amber looks lonely. Reading too much is bad for your marriage. Go talk to her.”
My sibling Sonny opens the door to brotherhood with me as I teeter on the brink of monasticism. ...
#love
#women
#men
#romantic
#anniversary
102 reads
0 Comments
Confluence
Poem Published
14th Nov 2023 2:22am
14th Nov 2023 2:22am
Spiritual Reciprocity
there is no drift in him
he moves with unwavering purpose
strong and determined steps
focused
confident in his stride
solid in his bearing
certain of where he's going
it is not in him to sit idle
he's a man of action
willing to reach with passion
for what attracts him
recognizing the beauty and balance
of femininity
he guards with all his heart
the strength of their fragility
he does this not because she is weak
but because she is important
a time worn warrior
full of honor and...
he moves with unwavering purpose
strong and determined steps
focused
confident in his stride
solid in his bearing
certain of where he's going
it is not in him to sit idle
he's a man of action
willing to reach with passion
for what attracts him
recognizing the beauty and balance
of femininity
he guards with all his heart
the strength of their fragility
he does this not because she is weak
but because she is important
a time worn warrior
full of honor and...
#women
#men
#Taoism #spiritual
#Taoism #spiritual
244 reads
9 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Oct 2023 11:46pm
30th Oct 2023 11:46pm
Curatrix For Budding Chaucerphiles
Curatrix For Budding Chaucerphiles
She dusts books with her burning hair. Her flaming tresses brush the words of the opened pages of ‘Canterbury Tales’ licked by her locks. She kisses due date cards for boys desirous of her lipstick strawberries.
“Ms. Rowena, doesn’t your hair collect dust from brushing those old books?”
“It is my way of worshipping the authors. I think they would be honored.”
“If you say so. But I doubt making your hair into a dust broom crossed their mind as adulation.”
“They would be tickled pink at...
She dusts books with her burning hair. Her flaming tresses brush the words of the opened pages of ‘Canterbury Tales’ licked by her locks. She kisses due date cards for boys desirous of her lipstick strawberries.
“Ms. Rowena, doesn’t your hair collect dust from brushing those old books?”
“It is my way of worshipping the authors. I think they would be honored.”
“If you say so. But I doubt making your hair into a dust broom crossed their mind as adulation.”
“They would be tickled pink at...
#women
#men
#school
#books
#sexy
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