Best Masculinity Poems
Masculinity - My Animus
Though female, animus dwells deep in me
with strengths of leadership and business sense,
in being ruled by productivity
in ways that show command without pretense.
Assertiveness, decisiveness occurs
within the realm of varied business skills
where mathematics flair robustly stirs
accounting chores, like income taxes, bills.
Supportive instincts move within my soul,
the need to organize and plan with care.
Investment and financial smart control,
with honed computer skills, help me prepare.
A steady love of deep protective kind
that speaks commitment and strong loyalty,
focused attentiveness, resolve combined;
these are the traits of animus in me.
My animus serves well on business side.
My anima, artistic gifts provide.
Sandra M. Haight
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: Animus-Anima Part II--Animus
Sponsor: Tom Quigley
Judged: 06/26/2016
I'm sorry for ever calling you a especially when it was usually a argument about something I did & you asked me to switch
I had it confused I didn't know your significance to this Earth now I know you came & come first
I had to walk through the fire & confront my own demons but it was too late when I woke up & realized I was dreaming
You were gone & you took everything good that was in me I was misogynistic but that's all that I knew how to be you were truly the best thing that ever happened to me
Im ashamed of the amount of disrespect I displayed you are the temple that should be on display not only do I want to hold your hand but I want you to see me become a better man I'll lay my life down to protect your crown & as long as I succeed I'll rest in piece in the ground
I really feel like the black woman is my God and savior if I had Mansa Musa gold it wouldn't be enough to pay you I owe you every breath in my body & every beat of my heart I have a lot of repenting to do so today I'll start
I should have never called you out of your name I should have never made you a unwilling participant in my games I should have never projected my insecurities on to you now that I'm wiser I realize that was the coward thing to do I should have never intertwined my soul with another woman and come home to you transferring those spirits is a dangerous thing to do
I'm sure you'll read this & think of the things I left out but I hope when you read it you'll see now what I'm about the disrespect stops here & anyone who continues should feel fear you are my Queen & will be treated as such I am your soldier any insurgents that dare to touch will bow at your feet when I put the in the Cobra clutch I love you so much
#VIEWSFROMTHETRAP
#POEMSROMTHETRAP
Some folks say that you’re toxic,
and destroying all the world.
Some folks say that you’re reckless,
and just want to feel up girls.
I think you’re like a fire,
a great tool in the right hands,
but able to turn quickly
and sear the foolish man.
Once upon a time we knew
what boys would be trained to be.
We taught them to wield the flame
that is masculinity.
Those who would do without it,
are brainless, spineless clods;
Life is not a therapy session,
it’s a fight against long odds!
To fight that fight without it
never ends all that well.
The vicious kill the peaceable types,
or corrupt them into their hell.
Without a strong mind standing
on lines drawn in the dirt,
we'd lose our lives or lose our souls
to the monsters of the Earth.
And let’s not forget the home life,
the one that we know best.
We’ve got young boys playing gangster,
or becoming men without chests.
Going hard to both extremes,
unaware of the middle path,
without the old code’s guidance,
they’re either lazy or full of wrath.
And men who once built things,
now sit home and get cash,
not ashamed at getting handouts,
their souls atrophy quite fast.
Other ‘men’ still make money,
spreading buzzwords, lies, and fear.
They feel no shame because honor
to them is dumb and weird.
So to you I am asking this,
though the softer types may squeal,
your presence is requested,
your fury, passion, zeal.
Your role here is important,
without you we cannot be.
I’ll teach my kids to now your name,
to know masculinity.
some ladies are annoyed
because boys will be boys
they call it toxic masculinity
based on logic they think they see
feeling there is a need
to teach us boys
how we should be
and that means more pleasant
than we are presently
they say that because they know more
that’s what they say but I’m not too sure
believing they’ve been sent to save us
from our ghastly horrid behaviours
when really they should go away
or understand the way we play
cus they see nastiness in us
interactions torturous
that we banter just because
that's the way been taught to us
by the older males who are horrible
according to these women fools
who fail to understand the difference
between hurtful and hate filled speeches
and banter with our near and dearest
for laughter to make an appearance
through their eyes it’s all just weirdness,
but then again they’ve got no shlong
they ain’t men so they are wrong
don’t like what you’re looking at move along
men and women are not the same
we use humour we call names
while you judge us like we’re insane
then interact just to complain
and tell us our ways can’t remain,
I think you might have half a brain
please remember
we’re different genders
and you can’t mend what you ain’t been
just go on home luv and flick your bean
then try and learn to understand
that men don’t flick they hold in hand
we’ve very different parts on us
and banter isn’t harming rough
because it’s humour look that word up
then look up the word retardedness
that’s you little Miss Marvellous
as you have never been a boy
next time when you feel annoyed
coming our way with your noise
is not a very clever choice
no patience left for your stupid voice
boys will be boys
and since you ain’t one
Bugger off!!
Girls fight behind each other’s backs,
Why don’t you concentrate on that,
not like boys who go face to face,
no, because women prefer to be two faced,
honourless bitterness and all a fake,
behaviour littered with mistakes!
Understand your flipping place!!
A restive moon
went on skirmishing with-
the palm leaves in dark.
*
There was no
move to prevent the private
fleet of homegrown myths.
*
Scores of fallen
shoots you will find on the street
after the violence.
Satish Verma
A man should first know his own strength,
what it is he can and cannot do,
our physical power is no small thing,
use it wrong and you’ll be truly screwed,
they’ll take everything away from you.
But on the right job, or in self-defense
it’s a boon that can make all the difference.
A man should know that he has to work,
that without it there’s no dignity,
that hand-outs just put you on a leash,
make you someone else’s property,
for them to move around endlessly.
To truly be free, you’ll have to labor,
earn the respect of yourself and your neighbor.
Man should know of his nation’s past,
what it cost to get where we are now,
the good and the bad, and who sacrificed
to give us the life freedom allows,
not all folks with this chance are endowed.
It is our duty to see it live on,
to not do so would leave our children wronged.
A man should know to carry a knife,
and to own and use a firearm,
to know the when and why of such things,
in defense only should he cause harm,
or if hunting food down on the farm.
But trusting to fate will leave a man dead,
you must have the tools to hand evil its head.
A man should know how to spend his money,
how to plan ahead and make a budget,
and to put aside for the unforeseen,
it always hits when your least expect it,
and a killer lies within large debts.
It’s not just cash, it’s hours of your life,
things are easier when you spend it right.
A man should know that human nature
is something that’s never going to change,
and all who think they’ll ‘remake’ the world
as either childish, evil, or insane,
their ideas end in nothing but pain.
Treat people as the mixed batch they are,
at least then you’ll have the chance to go far.
A man should know that women are built
different not just in body, but in mind.
Each sex will have its natural strengths,
and we play to them all the time.
Given our aggression men will find
use in restraints from old chivalry,
no matter the protests of the feminazis.
A man should know how to be sincere,
to be honest in his life and his work,
to hold close to a firm code of honor
so as not to devolve into a jerk,
but to still remember how to hurt,
because if you can’t, if you have no backbone,
then you can forget a life that’s your own.
Strong as a father,
Supporting as a husband,
Courageous as a soldier,
Obedient as a son,
Unwavering in faith,
What is a man?
Where does he stand?
What does he need?
Have we forgotten?
He is more than his body,
His success is more than just wealth,
His word is trustworthy and valuable,
His life a testament to the sacrifice of Christ,
His is a love that gives endlessly,
His is a love that leads through service,
What is a man?
A weapon of God to stand against the tides of evil,
What is a man?
A pillar of kindness and beacon of generosity to those in need,
Humble in action and clear in thought,
What is a man?
More than you think.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught initiative and action to wield.
Ducked away from my call, chose inaction’s shield
I wish to be that man, I know I could.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to strive to be the best.
Accepted mediocrity, letting go of the quest,
I wish to be that man, I know I should.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to respect my desires and needs.
Told to beg for wants, as my worth recedes,
I yearn to be that man, I know I would.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to give love to others’ hearts.
Believed love was limited, torn apart,
I beg to be that man, one never misunderstood.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
I know not more than most boys.
Focused on grades, girls, and fleeting joys,
Can I be that man? Is there even a likelihood?
Every waking moment, I ponder,
In the dawn of adulthood, my soul is urged.
To look at me and ask,
Am I that man, who emerged?
As time flows as it should,
My wisdom grows long,
I strive to be the man I could,
I can change. That is good.
Hillbilly VP JD Vance
Surely hails from bad circumstance
Though spruced up by Yale
He acts much too male
To hide the wee lance in his pants
Note: Many other misogynists share this issue (DT, EM, 19 year-old college drop out Rye Country Day School wimp "Big Balls", etc).
The toxic masculinity
The big gorilla, a silverback, found in the woods a tiny creature
it first had thought of killing, but in the tiny animal saw beautiful
eyes trusting him and the great ape falls in love.
People will say it is the female part of the man in action, I say no
all men are tender when given the opportunity to defend and often
risking their life for things they love.
In our time a man is supposed to climb the ladder of success so
he can buy a bigger car and house for the family, although his wife
also has a career the man is still expected to pay.
The hubby would like to have 5-6 children it is in his nature to breed,
but now that women are emancipated, big families are out
at most one or two children, preferably adopted from Africa or Asia
The wife has so many expenses staying slim and buying clothes of
the latest trend and there is the theater, the art exhibition it is vital
to be seen in the right circle.
The man gets a mistress who can provide him with sexual relief and
since his wife is not approachable his mistress listens to his woo.
The gorilla and the man are two of kind tender of heart and deeply
misunderstood
(Shakespearean sonnet form: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)
If there exists in your vicinity,
Presence of Toxic Masculinity
Give many thanks to your divinity
For this male fortunate proximity.
T’was men created engines, made the wheel.
Now look around, and all that you can see
Was made by toxic men who smelted steel
And conceived by male creativity.
You’ll find Ms. Curie heads a tiny list
Revealing gifts of femininity
A list so small that often it is missed.
Search if you will into infinity.
So ladies all, you should be grateful then,
That we are blessed with many toxic men.
I wish I was a manly man, a poor man’s money monger,
Making war and living for the day when I was stronger,
Many men are making more than millionaires can squander,
Many more are sick and sore but out the door they wander.
What is practicality but just a word for sorrow,
What you spend is sure to end but not before you borrow,
Healthy femininity is bought for recreation,
Wealthy masculinity is not my new creation.
Failing men are sailing when they celebrate a brother,
Sailing men are failing when they castigate each other,
What you see is what you get when you are late to linger,
Lesser men are glad to get the gate of every swinger.
Toxic masculinity is not a match for mating,
Logic is formality but not for salivating,
Sonic sensibility is sleeping with a lover,
Chronic femininity is keeping under cover.
I meet a man, a spirit gentle and serene
A castle he did not reside
A chariot he did not drive
A heart of lion's courage all to rare to find
A soul of tiger's strength, cruelty never to be seen
A hand of friendship, warm and kind
The windows of his soul, a reflection of divine
What did you see in a lady of my kind
My inner light did not shine
My noble friend you may not know
You healed my heart and soothed my soul
My father of Majestic Masculinity
Do not be blind, You are a King of God's Divine
“And when eight days had passed, before His circumcision, His name was then called Jesus, the name given by the angel before He was conceived in the womb.” Luke 2:21
God, the Father and Son are male,
known in His Word of that gender.
Take it on faith, He will prevail:
God, the Father and Son are male;
Jesus was circumcised. We hail
and reverence Him in “splendor."
God, the Father and Son are male,
known in His Word of that gender.
"Masculinity"
In my awakening I grew more cold to certain things and people as I grew
that's an ugly truth unfortunately but who would've knew
that this is the part I would get accustomed to
Now here I am doing damage repair, trying to fix a broken man
but also trying to keep my family afloat
it's like trying row a boat wit three holes in it
still I got no problem exposing who I am…
this is me naked, on display at that gallery
trying to burn every impure thought like a calorie
but still, I gotta keep pushing
I gotta family to feed and teach
so no matter what the past was I can only fix the present
this is my opportunity to be present and present to them
the best version of me I can give
this is grown man biz it always has been
true masculinity must live on in this generation of has-beens