Short Genders Poems
Short Genders Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Genders by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Genders by length and keyword.
Go ahead. Change your genders, you two
- Don't mind if we do...
But never! Oh, never!
~ dare get tattooed!
Trump wanted to be a sperm whale
But Bill Cosby kept flipping him tail
Although both are deranged
The climate has changed
Now trans genders send them Email
What is a man, what is a woman…
solved by the stroke of a pen
The genders now mix, the game has been fixed
—playing fields only pretend
(The New Room: January, 2021)
Be kind to the blade
from which carved out of smooth stone.
Most fear stems from safety
in which to protect.
Blade and stone; two different genders/
Work seamlessly together.
!Promenade
Dancing fairies drinking lemonade
Festive Promena
Party
Hardy
People dancing
Groups of genders embracing
Passing machine
Dancing Queen
Boogie on
Dance on
Right on! Right on!
The unknown and the famous
the Entrepreneur.
The working class the homeless
the rich and the poor.
The weird the misfits
the wise and the fools.
All nations all genders
I've embraced one and all.
Every faith all religions
different cultures and beliefs.
Soho square in London
Is my haven of peace.
“Handmaid of Patriarchy”
the garden rezoned
Embattled virility
misogyny cloned
As Delilah revolts
a new Samson on scene
One half of the whole
left to drown in the stream
Each genders new quotient
to minus the plus
A He without Her
— the destruction of us
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
Walking path,
Human.
Same realm,
Yet ,
Two genders,
Bodily form remain true in the Creator's Hand.
Nevertheless,
Heart breaks the boundaries,
Commonness.
Deja Vu lives,
But,
The soul adds spice of exceptional being.
Spirit choice the predestine road of extraordinary,
Or simply,
Living in the norm of things.
Form:
Everyone has the same rights from birth
Quality brings out a uniqueness within us
Until we were made to choose to elevate
A person due to race, religion or genders
Living together on a shared basis equally
I see you the person that you were to be
There are friendships built on uniqueness
You learn to accept individuals are unique
He/She are similar yet different in guises, genders, adapting to be reborn. Restoration from one's past traumas, hurts, deceit, disappointments, mental and physical abuse
is like tearing aways the peels from a onion or
a cut by a razor to masks that pain hoping it would fade away.
Seeking solace to recuperate to a better quality of restorative livelihood.
Energy path of the kundalini,
has the Ida, Pingala and Sushumna,
channels three for the divine energy
to align self with Self, free of stigma.
Path direct; for many an enigma,
like Ardhnarishwar, fusion of genders,
culmination of triadic wonder!
Love magnetism binding duality,
unifying, with no hearts asunder,
getting us thus to singularity.
10-February-2021
Jingle bells jingle bells
Dear Santas lost all hope.
For the world that he once knew
As sadly now gone Woke.
It used to be so easy
When there were only girls and boys.
But now there's many more genders
He'd rather be unemployed.
So soon he'll be retiring
Along with his reindeers who.
No longer want to be a part
Of a world that's become unscrewed.
Altho !
Basic
Curiosity
Does
Examine
Fervent
Genders.
Heated Instillness
Joins,juggling
Kites
Landing
Metrically
Near
Overpasses
Premiering
Quickly
Racing
Subdued
Torn
Underneath
Villhelm's Windows.
Xylophage's
Yet zoars.
(and be courious whom is Villhelm he's the boy with the kite full of Xylophages?)
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
June 30 2017
A virginal blush,
blooms sojourn
inside their female purses.
Yet this bright morning,
Adam seems rampant.
Stamen
trumpet a brazen phallus.
A raindrop alchemy,
charms and countercharms.
Roots sift through
the genders of earthy
knots.
By evening, Eve will return
to fold lips
around a twilit womb.
Ying and Yang
have rung their temple bell.
love is love.
why does gender make it a sin?
society says it's a crime
they break us apart
everytime we try to climb
you like only girls? or only boys?
you like both genders? or you like all of em?
well dont be ashamed of it
dont despise it
cause in the end.you have to find someone
with whom you could spend time with
so accept yourself
and show the world who you really are
What makes you specials to me ?
You are human beings created
On the image
Of God
I don't mind colours
Or lives
different levels.
What makes you specials to me ?
We are always special to one
And others
No matter different religions
Cultures and
Traditions
No matter different
countries
And
continents
No matter different
languages
And
genders.
May 27/2023
Two children on the playground swinging together
playing catch
It didn’t matter to them one iota
that their genders and colors didn’t match.
They sat together once they finished playing
and as tenderly as can be
she leaned over and gently
placed her head upon his knee
And as he softly placed his arm around her shoulder
with her head upon his knee
I thought:
how wonderful if only we could see
the world these children see.
oh ageless one
in your stance of green
your curtsy of orange
in your generosity of gold
your mood of blue
oh ageless one
erect in a manly deep brown
the woman with yellow hair
your black cummerbund
your fluffy white hair band
mighty oak
how you awaken
my genders
how you fill
my palette
mighty oak
the creative you inspire
the words you extract
the music you incite
the paintings you draw
from me
"Women are traps
that lay for men
everywhere"
said Franz Kafka,
"in order to drag them into the infinite."
Maybe.
But why not,
Women are incense
that invites men and other women
and all genders everywhere
into the in-between infinite
EarthMother incense
invites
omnisciently enlightened
AnthroMind,
omnipotently empowered
EarthBody
CoPassioning
FatherSun
MotherEarth
integrity
Lighting fragrant dawn
powering fertile dusk.
Why is there so much hatred in this world
People have different genders and colors oh,
What a beautiful rainbow the Lord
Has behold
Where is the love
The love from our heart
Why is it so much distrust
And discussed
Why do our friends, family, neighbors throw us
Under the bus
They ride, they drive they collide over us
Where is the love where is the trust
4/29/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A vage blush;
her bloom sojourns
within its female purse,
yet this bright morn
Adam is rampant,
his stamen a brazen phallus.
A raindrop alchemy,
charms and countercharms.
Genders gather together
as one blossom on a single stem.
By evening, Eve will return
to fold moist lips
around her twilit womb.
Adam will sleep
at ease in his dreaming sap.
A floral erotica
has climaxed to silence.
Ying and Yang
have rung their temple bell.