Short Male Poems
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Subtitled: WELL! You didn't have to bite my HEAD off...
Gladly would I die
for your love, my dear. No! Wait!
Just kidding! Just kid...
Male stag beetles fight, fight, fight
Winning their mates into the night
Pinching each other with bravado big
Beating enemies with pinchers that dig
red cardinal eats
suet with his white beak....
in late December
greasy white on his feathers
even in misting cold rain
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.
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
Morning routines are getting tougher.
It's hard being the sexy alpha male.
Sometimes forget I'm getting older.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
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.
I've noticed this time after time again.
Whenever a man and a woman have a conversation,
the woman never stares at the man's chest while she's conversing with him.
All my friends say they can not abide
these two people I have deep inside
Let the first one insist,
feel the other resist
while I wait for their war to subside.
one male and female
cardinals sit on the fence....
bird feeder nearby
male cardinal brings seeds fast
female takes them to the nest
An embarrassing penile occurrence
Led Johnny to want some assurance
So Viagra he took
Then he gave it a look
And said, "Yeah, now I've got endurance."
What's it like to be a male waitress
Making sure dudes don't touch your humaness
It's a real challenge
Got a large package
But must maintain decorum while wearing a dress
Trump Must Be Male Trollope
Did discover that Trump is a Trollope;
On his high horse over us will gallop;
Help does refuse;
He made miscues;
On weird flat head we should wallop.
Jim Horn
he does not mean to throw his beauty around
he does it without knowing
he is the peacock
a spirit animal
representing
prestige
expansiveness
vision
confidence
and
magnificence
a visionary
I was on Skype last night
And my girlfriend far away
Spit into my face
I cannot explain what happened to her
And she cannot fool me
With her spit
As I am wiping it off my screen
And swallow it
Form:
When trying to write more silly stuff
Looked in the mirror standing in the buff
Swooned till unconscious
At this stunning male goddess
Pretending what I see is an illusion is tough
When trying to write more silly stuff
Looked in the mirror standing in the buff
Swooned till unconscious
At this stunning male goddess
Pretending what I see is an illusion is tough
Horse drawn carriages were at the will of the stag
What if he had a scrap with his nagging old nag
Must be the same
In the equestrian game
It's a universal complaint for us male fleabags
Horse drawn carriages were at the will of the stag
What if he had a scrap with his nagging old nag
Must be the same
In the equestrian game
It's a universal complaint for us male fleabags
Horse drawn carriages were at the will of the stag
What if he had a scrap with his nagging old nag
Must be the same
In the equestrian game
It's a universal complaint for us male fleabags
I’ve been called an inequity spotter
(although some will just call me a “rotter”).
Names are biased for sons:
yours and mine — everyone’s.
I propose to make JohnSON — JohnDAUGHTER.
Male,macho,emotionally shy
Why,why can't men cry ?
Anxious,so full of fear
Keep feelings within,hold it near;
A mask, without a care
Ever, reluctant to share.
Manly,masculine,emotionally shy
Why,why can't men cry ?
No male with his woman should ever be
threatened in the least by yours truly.
I'm incapable of having a meaningful relationship with anybody,
whether that relationship be intimate or platonically.
I have major issues with intimacy.
If I was rich ...
If I was smart ...
I would be chasing girls forever
By interchanging them like gloves.
I would likely not be working
But making money all the time
I would be strong and very sporty
By working out every day.
Identity is free flowing
when you're young and growing
at least, it was for me
Yet somehow when I ripened
my anxiety never heightened
I was male, as male as male could be
~ two ears under straw hat, 'twas me