Short Genitals Poems

Short Genitals Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Genitals by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Genitals by length and keyword.


Humandroid

TV eyes open,
radio heart beating, 
mouth search engine,
random access mind,
hardware bones,
software genitals
organic interface,
copy files,
run programme_
Form: List


My Liquid Leftovers

still, non-dynamic study
of my
liquid leftovers sliding down her collapsed body   
burn-out lust 
wasted hardcore vigor  
for an ancient misinterpretation of genitals.
Form:

Statue of Eros

Statue of Eros, beheaded. 
Genitals gouged by offended Christians.
Gaze raptly at the dimensions of the cavity. 
Imagine the marbled masterpiece
Of his more sexual face.

Premium Member Privates

How do you define the word “privates” A low-ranking soldier, or genitals, fancy that Being quite naughty A wee bit saucy Cause sexually, I'm really quite a great catch
fun
Form: Limerick

Medicated Meditations

Samson had Delilah,
I married a pariah...

She'd bedded the
entire city,
And was really not that pretty,

But dumb is dumb,
And genitals think,
Led to a marriage,
Which really did stink.
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Privates

How would you define the word “privates” A low-ranking soldier, or genitals, fancy that That's quite naughty Also a bit saucy Coz sexually, it's well known, I'm a real good catch
fun
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Scalped

It's been said, divorce is Latin for “scalped” To rip out a man's genitals through his ass Sounds about right In the morning light When all's said and done, it's really god's wrath
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Naughtiness

This naughtiness is certainly not intentional Can't help it, seems ingrained in my multidimensional Been blessed with this trait Since my first birthday cake Promise to try hard will refrain from writing about genitals
Form: Limerick

Taste

I TASTE YOUR LOVE,
I TASTE YOUR CARENESS,
I CAN TASTE THE SWEETNESS FROM YOUR LIPS,

I TASTE THE PERCIPTION FROM YOUR BODY,
I TASTE YOU GENITALS NEXT TO MINE,
I TASTE YOUR BREATH BREATHING ON ME,
I CAN ALSO TASTE YOU MAKING LOVE TO SOMEONE ELSE
Form: Canzone

Memory On a Couch.

some one told me this piece of him:
that his mind fills every day with
images of his body,
ripped and destroyed,
on freeways,
in fires-
without emotion or reverie.
flying off cliffs
with no head and
bleeding genitals-
a daily silent film.

Line Is Not Lion

Zafar is very stringent about line and is not ready to change. He wants that one Lakeer (Line) which he will never step out of no matter how many logical explanations you provide.line which is found between the legs of girls and women...
Note.female genitals...

St Pius the Tenth

I genuflected, 
Is that even the
Proper tense?

I've wondered. 

And the Math Man, 
clipboard and all 
Smashed his
Brains in, 
with his cat
and Bicycle. 

And closed now, 
Is that institution
Where I learned
Only text book
rhetoric and 
Public exposure
of my Genitals.

Unsung

The world that sets aside its halcyon days
will not reprise
the time we seized our genitals
for one audacious drama starring two,
will not recall the lightning strike
that instituted sacrament
to mark an end and set eternal fire
upon a new creation,
you and I. 
       ~

There Is No Elf But An Imp In the Simple

To all those i was unkind to
I'm sorry i was
here free kick to the genitals
Sorry didn't mean to flip the ant
Forgave everyone but
There is no elf but an imp in the simple
Feel that
that is your jaw
slightly ajar
as i take the breath
away fae you

(fae is Scottish for from)

Premium Member Saint Louie's No Popeye

Saint Louie didn't like ravioli
And he wasn't much for mostaccioli
  So he went to Greenwich
  Had a taste of spinach
Louie screamed, "Unholy Poggioli!"




______________________________
Poggioli, according to the urban dic-
tionary, is a disease causing the male
genitals to swell and explode.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Icelandic Phallological Museum- Bawdy Limerick For Tom

In Iceland there’s a Willy museum It’s not huge like an old Colosseum Filled with all types of willies It would give me the sillies But people pay lots of Kroner to see um! Inspired by a comment Tom Cunnigham made on my Aurora Borealis poem The museum has many exhibits of the genitals of animals! 1/8/20
Form: Limerick

Xeni Lotus

Memories, corpses, decomposition

Making love to Earth's arsenal genitals

A colorless tapestry, a scar unyielded

Well I only wished to eat a bowl

Of insomnia yet, in the youth of

Every midnight lotus; we eat each others

Emotions; drink each other's thoughts

A banner of wordplay, a stream of cement

Transmit mystic oracles

By Glenn McCrary

© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
Form: Imagism

Angry Individuals Have Tiny

When a man's always angry and always enraged 
blaming complaining and slightly deranged 
quickly offended and often acts crazed
never changing and always the same 
it's not that he's mad or that he's insane 
I'll tell you exactly what makes him this way, 
the answer's straightforward so don't complicate, 
his genitals are tiny, it makes him irate! 

*it's sooo true, it's sooo funny
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

All the fireflies of the town

All the fireflies of the town
Have gathered in front of
The Town Hall.

Being mere sources of light
Not worm
Nor life.
Mere sources of light -
The way sometimes
Humans become
Mere genitals.

I can't look at their light
Are they brighter than the Sun?

I can look straight into
The sun, Day and Night.

Still, I can't look at 
The Fireflies
Like the people who
Look at the genitals
Can never look at
The Eyes.

**** Star

If I could lick my genitals Just like my neighbours pet I’d film it with my camera And I’d put it on the net I’d soon be rich and famous Like a real life ***** star I’d buy a great big mansion And a big expensive car A swimming pool, Jacuzzi Naked women by the score A wall hung with old masters Persian rugs upon the floor But that’s really just a dream And I’d be happy I suppose If I could lose my belly And could see my bloody toes
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.

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