Poems about Men
#men
Poems about men and male roles in society. Poetry offering a diverse assortment of views about men in general. Here you'll find poems which reinforce stereotypes, and also poems which dispel them. Poetry about masculinity and what it means to be a man, throughout history and in modern times, around the world.
AverageJoe
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 10:06pm
15th Apr 2024 10:06pm
Today
Oh what drab, colorless roils drape the sky
As the sky, ashen, grey faced the sun
Clouds billowing
Spread out as tho' to compass all
The sun, the moon, and stars do hide
Those lamps of heavens reaffirming light
Tho' not darkest all -
Not as dark as familiar men's souls
Now conspiracy and conceit do creep
As knavery, treachery, like the worm doth crawl
Burrowing archly in soft rot
Not as men who on stout legs stand
Thin voices hiss the birthing of death
So discourse this discordant band
Full of hubris and cold...
As the sky, ashen, grey faced the sun
Clouds billowing
Spread out as tho' to compass all
The sun, the moon, and stars do hide
Those lamps of heavens reaffirming light
Tho' not darkest all -
Not as dark as familiar men's souls
Now conspiracy and conceit do creep
As knavery, treachery, like the worm doth crawl
Burrowing archly in soft rot
Not as men who on stout legs stand
Thin voices hiss the birthing of death
So discourse this discordant band
Full of hubris and cold...
#men
#betrayal
#manipulation #deception
#manipulation #deception
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 10:03pm
15th Apr 2024 10:03pm
No one understands you like I do
I feel sorry for you girls
I can see why so many of you hate men
I listen to guys and the bullshit that comes out of their mouths
Quite pathetic, I must admit
I'm sure it must really insult your intelligence
Sounds like their still in grade school, doesn't it?
It's like they never grew up
What a drag it must be
It's hilarious how much importance they put on your anatomy
It's as if they exist only to get in your pants
Like you have some kind of life saving device stashed up there
You know we're all not like that
Some of us have a grip...
I can see why so many of you hate men
I listen to guys and the bullshit that comes out of their mouths
Quite pathetic, I must admit
I'm sure it must really insult your intelligence
Sounds like their still in grade school, doesn't it?
It's like they never grew up
What a drag it must be
It's hilarious how much importance they put on your anatomy
It's as if they exist only to get in your pants
Like you have some kind of life saving device stashed up there
You know we're all not like that
Some of us have a grip...
#women
#men
#LifeStruggles
#satirical
#ignorance
192 reads
11 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 1:39pm
15th Apr 2024 1:39pm
bait & switch team
15 of 30
she tells them she's not looking to get involved
that they should just keep it moving
they insist they aren't either
...they just want to be friends
& isn't it just conceit on her part...to presume
but she's so often been driven down this well-traveled road
...knows where it probably leads
...& how it will likely end
her constant response to this accusation
to a sense of over-inflated ego
...is always the same
it might be...I am too full of myself...
...if it hadn't so frequently proven...
she tells them she's not looking to get involved
that they should just keep it moving
they insist they aren't either
...they just want to be friends
& isn't it just conceit on her part...to presume
but she's so often been driven down this well-traveled road
...knows where it probably leads
...& how it will likely end
her constant response to this accusation
to a sense of over-inflated ego
...is always the same
it might be...I am too full of myself...
...if it hadn't so frequently proven...
#women
#men
#manipulation
#deception
#NaPoWriMo2024
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4 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
14th Apr 2024 00:32am
14th Apr 2024 00:32am
Hymn to Destruction
i.
in the end
women opened their throats
loud enough to hear
confessions & testimonies
those words waited for therapies
every Monday with smart suits
and dying yucca plants to write
the words: “never release”
ii.
hibernation with the folks
after insanity blew your fuse,
back to where the forests
were no longer alive
it wore big shirts, found Jesus,
took up climbing and smoking
in a beat up car.
Death with too much to say.
iii.
I never hunted a...
in the end
women opened their throats
loud enough to hear
confessions & testimonies
those words waited for therapies
every Monday with smart suits
and dying yucca plants to write
the words: “never release”
ii.
hibernation with the folks
after insanity blew your fuse,
back to where the forests
were no longer alive
it wore big shirts, found Jesus,
took up climbing and smoking
in a beat up car.
Death with too much to say.
iii.
I never hunted a...
#women
#men
#pagan
135 reads
5 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 1:02am
13th Apr 2024 1:02am
Hymn to Creation
i.
in the beginning
there was a ram
made of wounds
and starlight
electrical currents
for blood masked
a humble den
of deceit
ii.
the bear tasted
of dark, honeyed pine
forming clenched palms
in the veiled morning mist
carpet burns on knees
that wholly eroticised
the initials carved
into a thigh
iii.
rabbit peered from her hole
flat-eared and frightened,
a universe imploding...
in the beginning
there was a ram
made of wounds
and starlight
electrical currents
for blood masked
a humble den
of deceit
ii.
the bear tasted
of dark, honeyed pine
forming clenched palms
in the veiled morning mist
carpet burns on knees
that wholly eroticised
the initials carved
into a thigh
iii.
rabbit peered from her hole
flat-eared and frightened,
a universe imploding...
#women
#men
#pagan #metaphor
#pagan #metaphor
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PAR
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 3:14pm
11th Apr 2024 3:14pm
Seconds away
I woke up with the feeling
of centipedes walking over me
I concluded that it was you, my love...
so I didn't open my eyes
I've let the slow shiver take over me
and it made me forget where fingers begin
or where the skin ends
that was you, my love, I concluded...
I think I fell asleep again
because I don't remember seeing you leave
I just remember you leaving
my skin missing you...
of centipedes walking over me
I concluded that it was you, my love...
so I didn't open my eyes
I've let the slow shiver take over me
and it made me forget where fingers begin
or where the skin ends
that was you, my love, I concluded...
I think I fell asleep again
because I don't remember seeing you leave
I just remember you leaving
my skin missing you...
#husband
#men
#mirror
#lover
#sensual
165 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 8:22pm
10th Apr 2024 8:22pm
Falling on Deaf Ears
#women
#men
#relationships
130 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
203 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
180 reads
3 Comments
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2024 2:44am
22nd Mar 2024 2:44am
Rusty Ralph
I met him on a dancefloor
Rusty Ralph was his name
I didn’t even find him attractive
And yet I invited him in all the same
He had a shiny bald head
With slightly yellowing teeth
Overgrown nails to accompany
The chaotic grin between his cheeks
I’m pretty sure he took advantage
And became a gaslighter soon enough
Tried convincing me, it was me all along
Who tried to take him home from the gaff
I should’ve ended it much sooner
But would I listen, Of course I would not
As always, I like to push...
Rusty Ralph was his name
I didn’t even find him attractive
And yet I invited him in all the same
He had a shiny bald head
With slightly yellowing teeth
Overgrown nails to accompany
The chaotic grin between his cheeks
I’m pretty sure he took advantage
And became a gaslighter soon enough
Tried convincing me, it was me all along
Who tried to take him home from the gaff
I should’ve ended it much sooner
But would I listen, Of course I would not
As always, I like to push...
#regret
#men
#relationships #choices
#relationships #choices
192 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 5:02pm
13th Mar 2024 5:02pm
A Kiss at the Circus of Horrors
Two men, painted in oil on canvas
are under the striped canvas.
Amidst the crowd of curious eyes
in the circus of horrors
where normality is challenged.
Their lips touch, soft and bold,
like a secret shared in the shadows,
they challenge conventions, break chains.
While watched with fascination and buzz.
Simple natural men, their bodies sculpted
they bow towards each other, like flowers in the sun.
Expressions of joy and pleasure on faces
as if the outside world faded away
and only love remained.
The...
are under the striped canvas.
Amidst the crowd of curious eyes
in the circus of horrors
where normality is challenged.
Their lips touch, soft and bold,
like a secret shared in the shadows,
they challenge conventions, break chains.
While watched with fascination and buzz.
Simple natural men, their bodies sculpted
they bow towards each other, like flowers in the sun.
Expressions of joy and pleasure on faces
as if the outside world faded away
and only love remained.
The...
#love
#men
#mirror
#LifeChangingMoment
#passion
136 reads
1 Comment
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
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