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.
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 3:07pm
24th Feb 2024 3:07pm
So Soon
When I met a world so filled
with sweet cream and tasty shiny things,
was I wrong to want so much of it so soon?
The endowments we brought into the world from our births
were nurtured by our mothers' sacrifice and love.
And when it was time (or too soon), our virgin beauty
was easily given and graciously received.
I’m still thankful for the gifts of the flesh
and pray that my daughter will one day
share her gifts in grace and beauty.
with sweet cream and tasty shiny things,
was I wrong to want so much of it so soon?
The endowments we brought into the world from our births
were nurtured by our mothers' sacrifice and love.
And when it was time (or too soon), our virgin beauty
was easily given and graciously received.
I’m still thankful for the gifts of the flesh
and pray that my daughter will one day
share her gifts in grace and beauty.
#lust
#men
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5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
16th Feb 2024 5:45am
16th Feb 2024 5:45am
Wild Woman Blues Rewrite
Wild Woman Blues
Accordion swinging to mariachi
when he serenades her senorita blues
on Cinco de Mayo in his Mr. Cool sunglasses
like a piñata stuffed for fiesta
he sings the Zapotec of smoky Oaxaca
Deep in Chiapas blues
Can you spare a peso brother?
No, but my secondhand cigar smoke
Is free as a wild Yaqui maiden
High on Copper Canyon ganja
When the sun sets like a caballero
Ambling past her to the liquor store
Like a Spanish galleon in the Caribbean
Sailing into a Yucatán
Where plantain is sweet as the...
Accordion swinging to mariachi
when he serenades her senorita blues
on Cinco de Mayo in his Mr. Cool sunglasses
like a piñata stuffed for fiesta
he sings the Zapotec of smoky Oaxaca
Deep in Chiapas blues
Can you spare a peso brother?
No, but my secondhand cigar smoke
Is free as a wild Yaqui maiden
High on Copper Canyon ganja
When the sun sets like a caballero
Ambling past her to the liquor store
Like a Spanish galleon in the Caribbean
Sailing into a Yucatán
Where plantain is sweet as the...
#women
#men
#dreams
#music
#food
183 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 2:51am
10th Feb 2024 2:51am
Brother at the Vegan Café
Brother at the Vegan Café
Miniature mirror balls
Hemp woven lamps
suspended like ghosts
of vegan Bohemia
with soul music choir
A Greek chorus
Whose Delphic oracle
is an African Pythia
On a tarot timbre
Blessed brother in soul
witnesses book of revelations
Waitress listens to his apocalyptic opera
“Are you ready for the rapture?”
“My old bones already need a resurrection.”
“This ain’t about a backache.
We’re talking about whether your old ribs stay in the dirt
or go to...
Miniature mirror balls
Hemp woven lamps
suspended like ghosts
of vegan Bohemia
with soul music choir
A Greek chorus
Whose Delphic oracle
is an African Pythia
On a tarot timbre
Blessed brother in soul
witnesses book of revelations
Waitress listens to his apocalyptic opera
“Are you ready for the rapture?”
“My old bones already need a resurrection.”
“This ain’t about a backache.
We’re talking about whether your old ribs stay in the dirt
or go to...
#women
#men
#religion
#music
#food
141 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
404 reads
11 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Feb 2024 00:31am
6th Feb 2024 00:31am
they were never traced
two old blokes, sitting in their
armchairs, would often discuss
last year’s series of robberies
in the village; one looked slightly shamefaced, but the other, raising
his glass, said, here’s to us ..
armchairs, would often discuss
last year’s series of robberies
in the village; one looked slightly shamefaced, but the other, raising
his glass, said, here’s to us ..
#men
#aging
#PopCulture
133 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Jan 2024 6:13am
30th Jan 2024 6:13am
Firestorm
Firestorm
Firestorm from heaven
Dances blue flame heart song
In blue avalanche eyes that tear through pretense
With supernova gaze into the soul of schoolboys
Whose hearts pound the literature of her book
Of spells that hex them into the heart of love
As they firewalk on her red hot coals
That burn like a solar flare aimed at their hearts
To singe their root with velvet fury
When her bonfire incinerates all chains
That bound them to the man of yesterday
While they orbit her like moths to a lamp
But her glow falls like...
Firestorm from heaven
Dances blue flame heart song
In blue avalanche eyes that tear through pretense
With supernova gaze into the soul of schoolboys
Whose hearts pound the literature of her book
Of spells that hex them into the heart of love
As they firewalk on her red hot coals
That burn like a solar flare aimed at their hearts
To singe their root with velvet fury
When her bonfire incinerates all chains
That bound them to the man of yesterday
While they orbit her like moths to a lamp
But her glow falls like...
#women
#men
#fire
#sensual
#seductive
172 reads
2 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
364 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
16th Jan 2024 11:25pm
16th Jan 2024 11:25pm
Women Ask Men to Scoot Over
Usually it's in bed
Reluctantly of course we move
Often we'd like to stay where we are
Men never use the word SCOOT
That's a female word all the way
I read this to her
She asks me what I'm trying to prove
I tell her I don't like the SCOOT word
How come she asks
I tell her that she's more fun close by
She's quiet for a moment
Then tells me to SCOOT
Reluctantly of course we move
Often we'd like to stay where we are
Men never use the word SCOOT
That's a female word all the way
I read this to her
She asks me what I'm trying to prove
I tell her I don't like the SCOOT word
How come she asks
I tell her that she's more fun close by
She's quiet for a moment
Then tells me to SCOOT
#women
#men
#dialogue
#sleep
#PowerOfWords
245 reads
26 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
268 reads
5 Comments
PleasingDragon
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 5:56am
7th Jan 2024 5:56am
i'm a Man
I am an animal,
A primal carnivore in the wild.
A hunter and fighter, fierce and agile,
I sip life's nectar, a daring drinker.
I dance in the haze as a contemplative smoker,
Embracing moments of lazy tranquility.
In the maze of life, a bit dirty, yet free,
I navigate, guided by harsh reality.
I procreate, fostering life's unbroken chain,
Wild and untamed, with primal needs to sustain.
Anger storms within, a tempest I can't...
A primal carnivore in the wild.
A hunter and fighter, fierce and agile,
I sip life's nectar, a daring drinker.
I dance in the haze as a contemplative smoker,
Embracing moments of lazy tranquility.
In the maze of life, a bit dirty, yet free,
I navigate, guided by harsh reality.
I procreate, fostering life's unbroken chain,
Wild and untamed, with primal needs to sustain.
Anger storms within, a tempest I can't...
#love
#men
#relationships #kindness
#relationships #kindness
266 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th Dec 2023 8:57pm
24th Dec 2023 8:57pm
Streaming Costa Rica
Streaming Costa Rica
Son of Costa Rica
Leads us down river path
With angelic sun smile
He points to howler monkeys
Climbing high in trees
Where dreams bloom
His soul steeped in coffee
As he unpeels banana blossom
Until we arrive at time’s beginning
Where cool water flows
Over rocky stream bed
Our plastic raft
Takes us into deepening sunshine
Like a leaf broken from
A rubber plant stem
To float down the watercourse way
Until a flock of dark feathered birds
Gathered on shore ...
Son of Costa Rica
Leads us down river path
With angelic sun smile
He points to howler monkeys
Climbing high in trees
Where dreams bloom
His soul steeped in coffee
As he unpeels banana blossom
Until we arrive at time’s beginning
Where cool water flows
Over rocky stream bed
Our plastic raft
Takes us into deepening sunshine
Like a leaf broken from
A rubber plant stem
To float down the watercourse way
Until a flock of dark feathered birds
Gathered on shore ...
#men
#river
#birds
#water
#nature
181 reads
5 Comments
KeithEdwardBaucum1
Poem Published
24th Dec 2023 11:26am
24th Dec 2023 11:26am
LUST AND GREED
LUST AND GREED
Wearing a veil of evil they gather together in darkness to join in unholy matrimony Greed and Lust. A union of sin with evil grins the groom and bride exchanged vows.
GREED: "I promise to lay riches at your feet and put power in your hands."
LUST: "I promise to fulfill all of your sexual desires. "
By the powers invested in evil the groom and bride kissed.
Written by: Keith Edward Baucum
Wearing a veil of evil they gather together in darkness to join in unholy matrimony Greed and Lust. A union of sin with evil grins the groom and bride exchanged vows.
GREED: "I promise to lay riches at your feet and put power in your hands."
LUST: "I promise to fulfill all of your sexual desires. "
By the powers invested in evil the groom and bride kissed.
Written by: Keith Edward Baucum
#women
#men
#humankind
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