Male Poems - Poems about Male

Okay then, I’ll admit it. Yes, I’m lazy. Not quite the hardest worker ever known. My talent is a Motorola phone: to drink the colour of a mountain daisy or taste a mirror (doesn’t that sound crazy?) I need to keep it charged: I have to hone those Pasolini “pentals” of my own (“that’s mental petals”, says the Bolognese). I enter things...

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Fanning his tail is the male’s trick Beautiful colors prove he is a Mick Trying to impress a plain brown peahen His feathers better be thick, not thin....

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When Joe was young he had tonsilitis In grade school he developed bronchitis Later, elbow bursitis And Colitis,...

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How one twenty first century married mortal male (me - Matthew Scott Harris)... found himself bewitched about Circe, particularly after reading book title by the same name. An enchantress and a minor goddess in ancient Greek mythology and religion depicted as living on the island of Aeaea (pronounced "ee-EE-uh"), the daughter of the sun god Helios and the Oceanid nymph Perse Circe renowned for...

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He was lilliputian size Which works for some women Never for a man He is rather diminutive, his blind dates are warned Teensy-weensy would have been more accurate His arms are the width of yard sticks He never found love Because he never met a faerie...

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her boobs and caboose got him so horny turned on same size and same curves ...

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Female mosquitos live forty-two days Feeding on our blood in brutal mean ways Causing itchy bumps on our tender skin Healthy male mosquitoes die ten days in...

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A flash of shiny blue silk waddles into view of the bamboo stalks a distinct crown and Egyptian painted eye; his beak is golden Male peacock, shows his glorious feathers, his symmetrical design gorgeously done He courageously wanders onto a cliff of gray shale, The moon is not any shinier than his magnificent feathers; Other creatures are in awe, marveling...

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The male weaver bird is inspired to make a beautiful nest Female weavers choose their mate based on whose nest is the best nests are intricate and fine, delicately and artistically made by this guy excited male hangs it in the sun to dry, waiting for his lovely to glide by....

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red cardinal eats suet with his white beak.... in late December greasy white on his feathers even in misting cold rain ...

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Male Voice A altogether highest grown male voice to be spoon fed to not high ambient temperatures, at least once a week, and we’ll see what happens. ...

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The cock also sweat Sweating beneath the undaunted hair Though unseen, untethered Unnoticed yet vulnerable. The male lion also weep Weeping gently and silently With insignificant traces Though galloping and parading In confidence which left creatures Marvelled and tender. The virile also feels They also go through pains Pains seen and unseen Though eye catching faces And beautiful faces are worn over Should the Bull...

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Male stag beetles fight, fight, fight Winning their mates into the night Pinching each other with bravado big Beating enemies with pinchers that dig...

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Miniscule male member doth bend sinister impossible mission of mine to bare witness whereby mine (whore rubble) puny phallic describes a bent shaft, particularly when cap locks on first observed by the missus when we consummated intercourse, though nicht married, cuz the rutting urge overtook both of us 24/7, 365 days year not omitting the leap day, which arose because planet Earth doth circle...

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In the heart of Manhattan, where the city thrives, Lived a hawk named Pale Male, with piercing eyes. On a grand Fifth Avenue ledge, he made his nest, A symbol of nature, in the urban crest. With feathers so light, and a spirit so free, He soared above skyscrapers, for all to see. A legend in the park, where he chose...

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