Boys Poems - Poems about Boys

They say boys don’t cry. They say it like a promise. Like strength is stitched in our skin at birth and weakness is something you have to unzip your chest to find. I was eight when I learned that sadness had a gender. That girls get tissues, and boys get told to “tough it out.” That scraped knees get band-aids, but broken hearts? Those just get...

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At the age often, Aztec boys back in the day Had all their hair cut except one lank, out of the way They could not get that one cut off until their mission was complete. Bring home a prisoner from battle, isn’t that sweet?...

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When Little Boys Fall in Love A Meditation on Growing Up ## I. [Age 6] — First Light You gather caps like secret gold, Arrange them neat, their stories told. I trade my best for one you scorned— The day I learned that love's not warned. ## II. [Age 7] — The Promise We build a fort, our cardboard throne, Crowned kings of dirt,...

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Gates once locked with poverty's rust now swing on golden hinges Every child a key-holder: the girl whose fingers paint light from darkness, the boy who dreams in mother tongues and thinks in mathematics, wheels spinning stories across threshold stones. Breakfast arrives with sunrise and hope, satellites whisper knowledge to mountaintops, libraries gallop on horseback to forgotten villages. Schools are changing. Democracy breathes in corridors where...

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so icky so stinky so gross that’s what we were told growing up i didn’t talk to them because boys had cooties he hits me because he likes me he flirts by making fun of me he talks about me to his friends and says i’m easy is this what love is like? i’ve never had anything real he pays for me he opens doors for me he worships...

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Black boys deserve flowers too Black boys deserve flowers too Not just at their funerals Not when they're already gone Not when we are just mourning them Black boys deserve flowers too Not just laid at their tombstone Not just because you feel guilty Not just because you couldn't love them fully Black boys deserve flowers too This is long overdue They deserve...

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These days I often find myself lying on my pristine rock, hard bed thinking about why the world would ever care about someone like me. I wonder how my thoughts ever drifted this far. Maybe social media? Or my own self-conceit, brimming with forbidden passions even van Gogh or Picasso couldn't imagine. Yet, I only say that because I can't...

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In somber silence, the Old Boys sit. Only ambient noise they permit. Not sitting face-to-face, it's such a lonely place. I, frankly, don't want to be in it....

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Jibber jabber, pitter patter; another one is screaming, now what's the matter? Little feet, stinky feet, how many rocks did you just eat? Sticky hands, runny nose; did you just pick your nose with your toes? Booger picking, booger eating; do we need to have another prayer meeting? Messy house, stained up clothes; with these three boys, anything goes. Terrible two's and attitude; where'd they...

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A tattoo that may have been from youth Could be of a religious reference too How horrific it would feel you would be blue Torn from your life family country rights refused Some may accuse you of being in a gang Yet KKK and Proud Boys are the very same Not any of them are arrested put in chains Double standards are...

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It gets kind of crazy living with 3 young boys, there’s always a mess and there’s constant noise. Their mouths constantly running, their little legs too; they rough-house like tiny wrestlers, off the couch they just flew. They never get old, those silly fart jokes; and the noise and clanking of those bicycle spokes. They change costumes every...

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To you I dedicate The visual hazards At you a post Bailing water And ima float Sam tha ghosted Ships end blisters China bone, scandinavian romes Too the beautiful i dead, i kate Lovely little irish twisters Cant sake Im four’d ...

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Conservatives’ banning’s apropos of nothing At twelve when he delt with this shouldn't have to jump through hoops should’ve been able to explore when a teen But because of many conservative groups The Ire excessive was the coming of age Juvenile mistakes made in adult years Denied the ability to pick up social skills Sexual assault and sexual awaking considered pornographic Q**r’s often live...

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They were youthful and enthusiastic, They were zealous and industrious, They rose from their beds before the sun emerged from its chamber, And rode on the wings of the morning light. They knew when to venture into the deep, They understood the mysteries of time, They summoned the elements at dawn, Nature held...

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Each one’s a giant, a tale to unfold, A living treasure, richer than gold. With hearts so vast, like the steppe they roam, The boys of our village, as strong as stone. Their eyes ablaze like springtime skies, Pride unyielding, they’ll brook no lies. Though fiery at times, they heed what’s right, The boys of our village, steadfast in might. They walk upright,...

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