Your Masculine/ Gentlemen's Poetry - Post them here

[BillyPilgrim]

Here I sit broken hearted
jerked off to a dime and then I farted
yesterday I took a chance
talked to a dime and schitt my pants.

Yesterday I picked a rose
from the inner sanctum of my nose
lo and behold it had a thorn
said to hell with it and blew my horn.

twas in the parking lot at Denny's
didn't have to spend a penny
waiting on a girl named Jenny
with a build like Ben and a jaw like Lenny.

and masculine hands that mixed my feelings
but revved my engine with the tires peeling
fast and slow with my soul a-reeling
splashed my stash on the Altima ceiling!

 

[Travel memoir21]

Someone is trying to impersonate you.

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lol that’s absolutely strange but I guess we all love our coffee

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: Single Fathers - Buddy support Group.

If you ever need a call bro,
here’s my carefree business card
ready for a quick patio trip
upstairs in the blue skied stadium
for some chill, pipe smoke, cigars
and whisky to ease up on things.

We’ll talk about how Nasa
might have staged the moon landing,
your kids baseball swing progression,
your breath work in your meditation sessions
and how being spontaneous instead of
a calculating bastard sometimes works
when raking leaves in your garage
in a cool autumn sunset.

Let’s go hit up a resto pub
after this and fvck around with
the laidback Baristas until they
kick us out, for our team
right now is kicking ass
and you and your baby mama
haven’t argued in two weeks,
what’s not to love in this moment?

 

[BackInTheGame78]

 

[Divorced w 3]

Poetry: scout badge
Put it in your mouth
That’s what Mike’s dad said
To the neighbor at scout camp
It was supposed to be badge training
But it didn’t look like a badge I had seen before
So Tommy did what he was told
And then our den was famous
On the news

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: Gazebo, smoke break conversations.

It’s been a chilled out morning,
read a few amusing breaking news
about Washington and their silly fiascos
checked my e-mails and thought of
passing out a few rice krispies treats
to the gang from the shoppette. I’m
on my lunch break now, and sh1t’s
been wild with a few new office mates
that came in.

The dining facility smelled like
turkey and cheese today,
thought of quietly doing something
different man and trying out Camel menthols
to break the fvcken ice,
lighten the mood in the lounge area
and tell everyone how fvcken
gorgeous they are looking today.

I know what I’m doing after
I get off my shift, head downtown
with my headphones listening to
alternative grunge, go to that
Pub on 10th street, sit by the corner
and quietly sketch a Monet themed
colored pencil impressionist drawing,
all colorful and sh1t, full of rainbows man.
Hopefully I’ll be doing it
while watching some And1 mix tapes on
my phone, art meets meets art
in scenic delight, have a great rest of the shift
brother.

 

[BackInTheGame78]

I pick it up man,
Fvck it...
I gotta go out and
hit the street and make some ducats.

That's my philosophy,
On the industry...
Don't bother dissing me,
Or even wishing we...
Soften, dilute or commercialize
all the lyrics...
Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it...

You think I care?
I know that you are on the tip...
My posse from the Bronx is thick...

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: Hotel lounging in San Francisco.

Here we are in good old Frisco man,
I’d honestly be very cautious of any dudes
talking to me for I’d fear of them hitting on
me a decade ago, but I’d revile them now
with great compassion, ask them to
join me for good ole fashion cigar and whisky
and engage in a playful banter about
philosophy, science and the topic of
religion and god consciousness all in one
stirring sautéed dialogue cooking, we’d
laugh the night away, and buzzed
up, fvcked up polaroids would be taken tonight
with Dominoes pizza and a pint of Coronas. That’s how it should be from now on, in this Liberal, shaggy joint.

 

[BillyPilgrim]

OP those aren't poems those are postcards. You need a sense of problem, epiphany, metaphor/symbolism, emotional charge, something...

What exactly are you realizing or overcoming?

Poems are deeper than this.

 

[Travel memoir21]

OP those aren't poems those are postcards. You need a sense of problem, epiphany, metaphor/symbolism, emotional charge, something...

What exactly are you realizing or overcoming?

Poems are deeper than this.

thanks I’ll do some research on how to get better

 

[Travel memoir21]

 

[Travel memoir21]

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A Poem I wrote a few years ago.

 

[BackInTheGame78]

Black Bandana...
Sweet Louisiana...
Robbing on a bank
In the state of Indiana...

 

[BackInTheGame78]

Put me in the hospital for nerves...
And then they had to commit me.
You told them all I was crazy...
They cut off my legs, now I'm an amputee,
God damn you!

I'm not sick but I'm not well...
And I'm so hot 'cause I'm in Hell..
I'm not sick but I'm not well...
And it's a sin to live so well...

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: Retail Alleyway Blues

I tie my shoelace from the corner
and quietly put my shades on,
and mint candy on my pockets,
some to feed the Crows nearby
for entertainment, let the flocks
howl like wolves here in the streets
of Rio Grande Valley, Texas. Laidback
and chill on a Friday evening.

I pass the guys near me
with their flatcaps leaning against
the wall and wondering where the
time suddenly went on this slow
saxophone night. Kids around
me are listening to AC/DC’s Back
and Black Album while playing
badminton with their puppies
chasing them in unison, I can’t help
but wonder and smile about it.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead
and removed my baseball cap
for a bit, called a Taxi and asked
the mofo how much and how’s he’s
doing. I asked the dude, mind if I
I smoke my pipe, like a canibus smoking
liberal from Austin and he said why
certainly, just what we need, dudes
helping dudes get some sort
of relief on a fvcken Friday night.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: Street Hockey in 3rd Grade at PE.

You know it’s gonna be a damn
good period full of high fives
and casual waves, when the coach
rewards us with a good ole
fashion hockey stick ass kicking
good time with a puck.

I’m just fvcken glad it’s almost
the weekend and I get to go home
today playing Goldeneye with
the buddies and now this stuff
is just icing on the strawberry
sherbert cake man. It’s like an
epic battle of will amongst
young debonair and gentlemen
foreshadowing how they’d approach
a tensioned problem that might escalate
to an epic all you can hit showdown
amongst men with noble or questionable
characters.

To shine and score the most goals
is an excelling pursuit, but to make
the extra pass and assist and get back
and hustle on defense is when you
realize you’re contributing to the
growth of the team. It’s a good sweat
cabron, win or lose, you had
fun and you’re looking forward
to lunch, that math test or whatever
the wind throws at you, you live
to tell amongst growing men another day.

 

[Desdinova]

I'm not going to write a poem, but I am going to anonymously post one that was written about me three years after this girl and I had broken up. She had a website where she'd post art and poetry. I was actually quite flattered. IMO, there is nothing more boss than this...

And I remembered then
It was the time we had at the end
Of the night full of singing
Of drinking and dancing
My ears are ringing
I'd run my fingers down your long hair
I swear
This was my escape
You'd sing a song and I'd be there
Next to the vlts and bar
We drive home, oh no it was never far
By the train tracks, by the taxidermy station
In your place of never ending renovations
But it was the end of the Saturday night
I looked forward to most
Where I could just be yours

 

[BackInTheGame78]

You lose....
Cause I got the ill street blues...

Extra extra read all about it in the papers...
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper...
Because he pulled some other people to try and hit us...
Get us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid us...
But that's dead, I'll thank God in the red, 'cross the bread borders...
So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters...
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two...
But yo, the man can't even stick me with some Krazy Glue...
Ready to tore him even more because she saw him...
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in...
What's up snake, why'd you violate?
They called him a chazer (What's that?)...
Yo, that's a pig that don't fly straight...
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie...
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye...
You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go...
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window...
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown...
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down...
I'm hoping you got springs and wings on your shoes...
But you lose, because I got the ill street blues....

 

[BaronOfHair]

Everything, including life itself, is ephemeral
Said an UnSub to Maddy McCan
As they sliced open an artery that was femoral

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: A Balanced Relationship


Thanks for the foot massage
and male pedicure you gave me
today, that should gently
ease me into Basketball form
when I play pick up basketball
with a few debonairs and gentlemen
this fine evening.
I like the scent of how you ironed
my brown blazer and sprayed the
room with scented Glade, Lime flavor
it brought forth a concerned perspective
in our ever growing relationship.
I’ll go out there neat and fresh with
the morning walk in autumn
while I greet the dudes powerwashing
driveways for a living.
Thank you for making me my
favorite sandwich combos with
rice, veggies and potatoes for
it often get complimented
in my lunch break amongst my
gentlemen peers, it shows example
of resilience and calm support.
For we are like a ship wreck
brothers and comrades fighting
off a storm in the middle
of the sea and only through
focus tenacity are we able to
pull through.