Mens Poems - Poems about Mens

The irony of men’s life journey. Man sees first light through the gap between his mother’s legs. He spend most of his life trying to slip back into a gap. The baby comes into this world wearing a hoody. A doctor decides that the hoody must go, snip, snip. The baby, the boy, the man, the old man’s head...

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He often told the story of him raising tulips for wine. He bragged about his collection of stored wines which were labeled"Nectar to the Gods" He came into Samothrace to find friends: people to support his affords: as he wished to build a Cob home before the snows of fall chilled the earth. He offered lodging and meals for those who would help him in his...

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(feelings) They say Beauty is skin deep. They lied. Then why are they the first to whine. They say they like girl's with small boobs.they lied. Then why do they busy checking out the girl with a push up bra. They say they like skinny girls.they lied. they windup looking like a toothpick next to a fat girl. they say...

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Now days it's confusing to say. do I use the men's room or the women's room. with the change in the world now it's hard to pee so do i stray to the men's room or do i dash to the women's. I just don't know so i guess i pee on the floor....

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She’s complaining: Darling, I thought a thought. But the thought I thought Wasn't the thought I thought I thought. If the thought I thought I thought, Was the thought I thought, I would never had that thought. Darling, You thought a thought But the thought You thought Wasn't the thought I thought I thought. If the thought You thought Was the thought I thought I thought, We...

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Men’s Secrets There are men of god who like innocence for their pleasure. There are coaches, teachers etc., who never – their actions – measure, as they destroy the impeccability of this, our worlds Treasure. There are so many men – thoughtless – leaving so many scares. Destroying the spirits, the souls, the luster of so many Stares. Leaving them as...

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His body is primed , muscles pushing at the skin, being magnetically drawn to the water. Focus so heavy the air sags as the clock winds down. And then the push-off. Like a fish, flying through the water. Gliding and slicing. A twist, a turn, a flip. A head bobs above the water. Breathe in deep. Deep. Deeper. A...

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Welcome to Bruno’s Mens’ Wear By Elton Camp The clerk in the mens’ clothing store Saw one who hadn’t been there before He was striding along extremely fast As the clerk spoke, he went on past The man darted into the dressing room And slammed the door with a boom For security the clerk started to call When the customer let our a bawl Horrid...

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The walls are speaking harshly of me They want me to hear what they think of me I know I’m different from the descendants of their kin’s I wonder why it bothers them that I am merely being me Freed to live as I wanna be They are guests in my territory Imprisoned by the chains of poverty Whipped by the...

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There is this story, I would like to tell, about mens, silent, private, hell. From the age of forty, it creeps up unknowing. The only sign is, that your flow is slowing. It concerns the prostate you see, when suddenly, one day or night, you are unable to pee. It is as if you are full, right up to your ears. The pain is so intense. You...

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