Passion Gender Poems | Examples
These Passion Gender poems are examples of Gender poems about Passion. These are the best examples of Gender Passion poems written by international poets.
Woman’s Desire
What’s all this rigmarole and claptrap
About the man being the only one thinking of sex?
Well, truth be known,
A woman, skin deeply eager, thinks much of it too…
Once leaving the job, after
The shopping; the vaccuuming; the cooking; the pots,
Pans, and dishes; after the childrens’
Homework, meals, baths, and good-night kisses;
Once the cat and dog have gone out and in
Twice, been fed, and cooed over while petted;
After inquires about her spouse’s work, complaints,
And wishes; after the phone calls to people of concern;
After checking the bank account, new emails, and
Cleaning out her handbag; counting out lunch monies;
Preparing the morrow’s snacks and clothing; writing
The lists of to-do’s and schedules; and, preparing medications…
Afrter all that, following ten minutes of rest
In a cushioned chair,
Among the first wishes of her long-patient body,
Is for some time to linger, living
Pleasure’s words whispered by her passion’s tongue.
A woman desires to lay felt and feeling sensuously
With her beloved, warm and spent,
Close to sleep at her side.
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(c) sally young eslinger 9/16/2023
Categories:
feelings, gender, love, relationship,
Love is beyond ‘til death do us part.’
The message begin’s with an ‘L’
that’s for loyalty not for gender;
No matter what treasure your soulmate;
The message begin’s with an ‘L’;
Lost moments of intense passion,
lonely nights filled with courter’s lament;
That’s for loyalty not for gender;
Unique masterpiece of your face fades,
what’s inside is what remains infinite;
No matter what treasure your soulmate;
Twin flames amplify more than fire,
together even where time does not exist.
Categories:
emotions, feelings, gender, love,
What my heart wants can never be.
This life of wonder is a beautiful mystery.
The pain of knowing through intimate talk.
Forces intense pain of separation as I walk.
I bow my head in sorrow as my breaking heart cries.
Imbued with intuition of feeling unwanted, as I try.
I must search deep into my heart’s wary soul.
To face the painful truth, embrace it, to make me whole.
I will wander onward looking for my soul mate of life.
Once found I will lay my head down in love as his wife.
This is only natural for the wonderful woman in me.
Beautiful as lovely flowers this intimacy, shared, I am free.
Categories:
gender, beauty, betrayal, break up,
Leather boots
tight black suits
skin hot bound
in knots cutting
sweet the heat
Burns in between
the pleasure
of the pain
the sweat
of the insane
runs over and down
Categories:
gender, allegory, allusion, angst, art,
Growing up on God's impoverishing family farm,
he learned to hide his work
in tissues of unearthly privacy.
Regenerating in Earth's richly resonant nutrition,
she recovered her playful avocations
in ecosystemic response
to global over-grasping issues
of under-conscious
her/his-storied
positive domesticity
Over-privatized
so powers under-privileged;
personalized
so shy of compelling
retelling publicity
Earth camouflaged
democratically healthy ecopolitics,
co-empowering
co-operating
co-generating
co-laterally co-investing
co-systemic
ego/eco-analogical
co-passion.
Growing out on Earth's extending family farm,
he learned to share his playful work
with issues of unEarthly
inhumane
left-hemispheric primacy.
Categories:
gender, earth, education, environment, farm,
What a lovely, lovely boy he was,
And such pretty manners-oh!
And a charming boy he was because-
He knew what to say, where to go.
Such a fine man he became, became;
And such courtly airs and flair!
As scents crowd summer, none the same,
And leave a memory everywhere.
A gallant man, so smart and all!
And honest and seemly strong.
His portrait graces palace wall;
And the days of glory are long.
Such a noble, nobleman was he,
All subtle in face and grace;
A finer man could never be,
He had admirers in every place.
As fresh a breath of air he was,
As in nature's own vast room.
And so much loved he was because
He somehow cast off all gloom.
Such a fiery knight and true!
And what a passion he gave, he gave.
Turned pale skies so to blue,
And he never, never knew a knave.
Categories:
feelings, gender, image, integrity,
In Asia I met a cute gal named Mai Tai
She sure stole the heart of this old guy
On the soft sand we kissed and caressed
Mai’s absolutely stunning, I feel so blessed
I sense there’ll be fireworks under the moon
Our passion is rising when we start to spoon
Her perfect pert body I begin to kiss and caress
One thing leads to another, we start to undress
Alas, when Mai Tai removes her lacy thong
I’m stunned when she reveals a pink dong
I back away disgust, for ‘she’s’ a ladyboy
With this he/she I sure won’t find any joy!
So when looking for love, I’d advise you all to beware
The truth of one's gender’s hidden in their underwear!
6/24/18
Categories:
beach, gender, humorous, sad
Fascism has grown cancerous maturity
to pathologically enforce
what mere nationalistic military-industrialized supremacy
would patriotically endorse.
Supremacists of race or gender
or metaphysical systems of personal as political investment,
mistake allegiance to icons and idols and pledges
of national privilege
for personal passion and investment in gratitudes of love
for EarthTribe's WinWin Lands with blessing waters,
Gaian Principles
of Organic Health Co-Governing Procedures.
Against fascist growing cancers
degeneratively erasing
what EarthTribe optimal regenerators
are more matriotically embracing.
Categories:
culture, earth, gender, health,
What is masculine? If you ask me:
It's perpetual drive and momentum;
And, you don't have to be a he or a she;
Testosterone and sweaty invention;
It's perpetual drive and momentum:
Lending a helping hand, uninvited;
Testosterone and sweaty invention;
Aggressive, agile and sharp-sighted;
Lending a helping hand, uninvited:
Protecting the weak and handicapped;
Aggressive, agile and sharp-sighted;
Loyalty, honesty and the will to adapt;
Protecting the weak and handicapped:
To be strong and gentle and uncruel;
Loyalty, honesty and the will to adapt;
To love with the passion of rocket fuel;
To be strong and gentle and uncruel;
And, you don't have to be a he or a she
To love with the passion of rocket fuel.
What is masculine? If you ask me....
Categories:
body, dad, gender, inspirational,
On a Sunday night
between times
hormones make me bubbly...
let's play the guessing game;
guess who's
guess why's
guess what you and I
are going to do Monday ?
She holds up her hand
laughing
one guess at a time please Beth.
Elizabeth alexander 21/2/2016
an early attempt to face my (thus-far) hidden sexuality.
UNSUPPORTED CODE
Categories:
gender, crush, destiny, for her,
I will protect you better than your best friend…
Use me in the dark or in the day, I am with you to the very end…
I am thin, colourful and compared to your might, I’m very strong…
In and out, nice and slow, gentle or hard – I will endure just as long…
I am your friendly protection…
Use me to your satisfaction…
From your pocket to your hardened rocket…
Into her heavenly abyss…
Pregnancy will be amiss…
I am here to safe guard from disease, your precious dome...
‘coz I am your lubricated friend – I am Mr Condom…
Categories:
gender, abortion, education, for him,
Who’s on top?
Really,
You didn’t know that it’s a contest?
After all,
There can only be one
Poet Laureate can’t there?
Both’s fingernails are bleeding,
Both’s knees are scraped and scabbed,
Both sweating profusely from the strain
Of climbing the sheer rocky face of passion,
Their injuries mostly self-inflicted.
(All poets are born stinkers!)
Poetry is not a day at the beach
Where the only hazards
Are forgotten suntan lotion,
Or that your Mai Tai is low
Because service is not up to par.
Or a day on the golf course
Where your only gain is
A lighter wallet, which cannot really serve you
At your next Weight-Watchers weigh-in.
Apoplexy coloring your future
As yet another ball lands in the drink.
And certainly not a game of tennis
Where service is de rigueur, isn’t it?
Though I swear,
There is more Physics in women’s outfits,
(Action/Reaction - You know!
Do women ever play fair?)
Than in any momentum, spin, or angle
A man can even contemplate.
So who’s on top?
Ask the woman!
Does ‘top’ even matter?
She’s where she wants to be.
A man can only dream! Ha!
Brian Johnston
October 21, 2014
Categories:
funny, gender, poets,
Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children
Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes
It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first
Categories:
gender, absence, angst, art, beautiful,
I call it a blessing from above
And I know everyone wants this to have
Everyone is looking for it
But only few can found it
I'm lucky I'm one of that few
And I've been blessed to found true love in you
It's like a dream came true
To be loved by the guy I loved too
To you,I felt the undefined happiness
For me,for all the guys you are the best!
And I want you to stay for the rest of my life
Coz' I really need someone like you in my life
I consider you as a blessing sweetheart
So I give to you my sincere HEART
I love you forever
And I hope that God will guide us to be together..forever
Categories:
gender, care, dedication, desire, dream,