Poems About Men Published by Members Recently Online
#men
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 00:34am
6th Sep 2024 00:34am
Ed
I used to talk to him.
In the backyard.
Filled with
dog shit.
We never
cleaned.
But his old yarns.
Were as lively.
As the sky burning purple and orange.
In these
prairie sunsets.
I suppose he was dying.
Then.
But,
not dead enough.
To not be able to tell.
A tall tale.
Or two that.
Changed,
every time he told them
I got lost in his.
Used to bes.
And, people who
ain't no angels.
Setting each other on fire.
For five dollar debts.
...
In the backyard.
Filled with
dog shit.
We never
cleaned.
But his old yarns.
Were as lively.
As the sky burning purple and orange.
In these
prairie sunsets.
I suppose he was dying.
Then.
But,
not dead enough.
To not be able to tell.
A tall tale.
Or two that.
Changed,
every time he told them
I got lost in his.
Used to bes.
And, people who
ain't no angels.
Setting each other on fire.
For five dollar debts.
...
#friendship
#men
124 reads
1 Comment
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 00:34am
6th Sep 2024 00:34am
Ed
I used to talk to him.
In the backyard.
Filled with
dog shit.
We never
cleaned.
But his old yarns.
Were as lively.
As the sky burning purple and orange.
In these
prairie sunsets.
I suppose he was dying.
Then.
But,
not dead enough.
To not be able to tell.
A tall tale.
Or two that.
Changed,
every time he told them
I got lost in his.
Used to bes.
And, people who
ain't no angels.
Setting each other on fire.
For five dollar debts.
...
In the backyard.
Filled with
dog shit.
We never
cleaned.
But his old yarns.
Were as lively.
As the sky burning purple and orange.
In these
prairie sunsets.
I suppose he was dying.
Then.
But,
not dead enough.
To not be able to tell.
A tall tale.
Or two that.
Changed,
every time he told them
I got lost in his.
Used to bes.
And, people who
ain't no angels.
Setting each other on fire.
For five dollar debts.
...
#friendship
#men
124 reads
1 Comment
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
193 reads
3 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
193 reads
3 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
193 reads
3 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
193 reads
3 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
193 reads
3 Comments
Veraceouz
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 10:04pm
25th Apr 2023 10:04pm
Where's A Good Man?
She says a good man is hard to find.
They need a white cane, love is blind.
She needs honesty, loyalty, and consistency.
Not a man that plays games repeatedly.
She's sick and tired of being sick and tired.
They put in half the work they need to be fired.
Her heart has been broken into pieces.
Because men have treated her like feces.
They don't wanna touch her mind, body, and soul.
She feels incomplete; she doesn't feel whole.
She's waiting on God to send her a good man.
Too many put her heart in the trash can. ...
They need a white cane, love is blind.
She needs honesty, loyalty, and consistency.
Not a man that plays games repeatedly.
She's sick and tired of being sick and tired.
They put in half the work they need to be fired.
Her heart has been broken into pieces.
Because men have treated her like feces.
They don't wanna touch her mind, body, and soul.
She feels incomplete; she doesn't feel whole.
She's waiting on God to send her a good man.
Too many put her heart in the trash can. ...
#men
237 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
Spock Sings a Sapphic
#humankind
#masculinity
#men #women
#men #women
130 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
Spock Sings a Sapphic
#humankind
#masculinity
#men #women
#men #women
130 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
Spock Sings a Sapphic
#humankind
#masculinity
#men #women
#men #women
130 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
5th Nov 2024 00:55am
Spock Sings a Sapphic
#humankind
#masculinity
#men #women
#men #women
130 reads
4 Comments
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