by Tim Ryerson |
Categories:
funny, insect, nature,
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...
by Cona Adams |
Categories:
bible, creation, cute love, humor, humorous,
Genesis 1:27
God creates male and female
A Slight Improvement
All it took was one rib,
Adam wouldn’t miss it.
Look what he gained.
At first sight, he uttered
an ancient word the equivalent
of the modern, “Wow!”
From the best use of a rib
of all time, came a creature
capable of charm, seduction,
procreation, gentleness, envy,
love, virtue, loyalty, jealousy,
deceit, and an affinity for salt.
Though she came from man,
she seeks always to best him,
and considers herself superior
in every way. After all, she has
that extra rib.
First Appeared in Galaxy of Verse.
by CayCay Jennings |
Categories:
love, lust, passion,
Inspired by, and dedicated to, My Tim
You are the one and only perfect male for this girly female.
Your body, so strong, manly and taut, is meant for my body soft.
Your hands eager, sensual assails make my senses lapse and fail.
Your manly, intimate onslaughts erase my every thought.
When your intent looms to impale, I soon forget how to inhale.
When my impassioned mouth is caught by your desirous lips as sought,
and your flesh-kisses press lust trails rendering me as velvet wails ...
oh, then ... you perfectly astound as I melt perfectly unbound.
CayCay
April 30, 2016
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
fantasy, perspective,
Wonder what she will do?
I look in her eyes.
She looks away.
Should I keep it inside?
If I do I'll burst!
I'll take the chance.
Tell me what I should do?
I long for her love.
I will confess.
But what will it cost me?
Price does not matter.
I'll gladly pay!
Shaz Cheezeman's Questionku 1-4. I changed he to she so I could
write from male perspective. Shaz won first prize in my Questionku
Contest. Well done Shaz! I hope you enjoy my AnswerKu.
by Satish Verma |
Categories:
life, love, peace, philosophy,
King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless
sunless.
How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty sky
unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas
to bite off your elements?
All of your tongue?
And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring
dried up in eternal shade?
Within the memory will lie the pain
of million years?
SATISH VERMA
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
for him, friendship,
Funny comments on our poems got us working together
Really love receiving your mail
I laugh every time we collaborate
Even though we’re both male* (JOKE)
Never dreamed of a friendship so strong
Don’t know if we will ever meet
Soul mate on Poetry Soup
Jan Allison
16th April 2014
* This refers to our collaboration poem 'Our first meeting in the Isle of Man' where I started off as JAN BUT had Previously been STAN
I AM REALLY AND TRULY FEMALE
Darren has written me a poem so I felt I had to reciprocate
by Pat Adams |
Categories:
humorous, identity, imagery, mystery, nature, symbolism, tree,
When coco de mer trees were found
Their nuts had most people enthralled
They all thought they looked erotic
So "Love Nuts" is what they were called
Still unknown how they reproduce
Explained in some of the wild tales
On stormy nights, the female trees
Are approached by uprooted males!
Viewing this mating process though
Would cause you to die or go blind
Seek not shelter under male trees
They might come at you from behind!
by Tom Cunningham |
Categories:
corruption, prison,
When tax is due make sure that you pay
Scarface didn't and got put away
For the feds they got wise
Took Capone by surprise
Alcatraz he went for a long stay.
So the moral of this limerick rhyme
Tax dodging is a serious crime
If you love prison life
And you wont miss your wife
Be prepared you'll go down for some time .
Written on 24th December 2018
For tax and finance limerick contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.
( male )
by Josette Key |
Categories:
animals, girlfriend-boyfriendtree, day, tree,
Dixie was a little bird
Who flew from tree to tree
With bright blue eyes
And feathers gold
She was a site to see.
From tree to tree
And branch to branch
She flew around all day.
Her song would reach the tallest branch
Happy, loud and gay.
One day Dixie met her mate
While flying 'round the trees
A beautiful male with feathers orange
For all the world to see.
From that day on they fell in love
And that was plain to see
For the very next spring the trees were full
Of orange feathered birds with eyes
Blue as the sea.
by Fauxcroft Wade |
Categories:
betrayal, black love, death, heart, imagery, lost,
The black widow weaves an intricate web
And from her silken thread she promises death,
Not to just other insects passing by
But to the male who cries ‘she betrays me, martyred by love’, then dies.
She eviscerated her love of all his blood,
Left his empty shell to decay and rot,
Surely this black widow on her heart has a black spot,
If she beckons you into her parlour
Then you are surely lost.
by Diaa Adel |
Categories:
beautiful, blessing, butterfly, fantasy, imagination, romantic love,
An energy field,
Once you get in it, you will be stuck in there forever,
She will captivate your mind and spirit.
Your body might be able to escape her spells,
but your thoughts, emotions, and senses will worship her...
Don't beg for your freedom,
I have seen her pulling the likes of you and me,
Like a Leopard pulling her victim with a sufficient amount of certainty.
Even if,
She sets you free, it's one of her charming tricks,
Without her blessings, you will be lost male energy in
an endless universe owned by her.
by Hugo Sarvida Jr. |
Categories:
life, love, people, relationship,
The attraction between male and female
Is truly a force of nature
So powerful even in strife
It literally creates life.
People fall in love
They keep their business themselves
Want to stay together
And wish to stay forever.
by Shahana Jackson |
Categories:
life, love, me, me,
He took away his touch
and at first I felt relieved
I bowed down to god
for taking that selfish
bastard away from me
But after a while
I grew sad
It's weird to say
but his touch
caused happiness
now that it's gone
I'm forced to search
for more entertaining activities
which will only please me
to a certain degree
It's makes me mad
that men have this
strange affect over me
Does it make me weak
that my happiness is
jepordized when
the male decides to leave?
Why must I continue to dream
about soft caressing touches
and about falling in love
is this all my heart cares about?
I wonder as I wonder.....
by Alkas Poetry |
Categories:
allusion, appreciation, emotions, humanity, metaphor, poetry, visionary,
If the past was male,
the present pregnant
improvement...
Mentally,
surely,
the future will be
female...!
No longer wars,
starvation,
lack of tenderness,
and caress !
In the name of
emotional intelligence,
for the sake of
sensible emotion and reason,
there will be actions with love !
It will be the time for pureness
of heart and soul,
friendly muscles,
balanced minds...
The future is female,
as a poet, i do believe !
by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
bird, care, love,
A wee fellow, sporting an outsize bold-orange chest
The male of the species, ever doing his best
To protect his shyer, pale-chested mate
Back and forth struts Mr. Robin 'cross yard and fence
Twitching and turning, movements taut and tense
A most dutiful look-out, if not so in actual name
~ Noble sentry, setting Madame Robin's heart aflame
by Suzette Richards |
Categories:
analogy,
a statement in their freedom of expression
the verdant undergrowth –
a green carpet, indispersed with yellow, white and rose flowers –
leaning away from the regimental lines of the centre lane of poplars
the tree trunks, a whimsical hue of lilac
a profound blend of renewal, early love, and spiritual wisdom
in the overall aesthetics
a contrast in colour on Newton’s colour wheel
the female figure fuses with the shades of the undergrowth
whereas the male figure mimics the upright form of the poplars
the rushed brushstrokes
a hurried comment on
echoes of social construct
then and
now
by Bobby May |
Categories:
endurance,
I was born white in this country without a choice
I was born male and I had no choice
I have blue eyes and what use to be brown hair
I had no choice
I went to school to learn as a child and I had no choice
I had three brothers and a sister I had no choice
I grew up in a poor family I had no choice
My father was an alcoholic I had no choice
But now I can choose Love over hate
by Thomas Martin |
Categories:
cute love, funny, hyperbole, school,
I skate
with date
not ready
unsteady
cling rail
would bail
afraid
my maid
would skate
He-mate
leave rail
act male
fall down
I frown
but she
helps me
cling arm
no harm
we skate
up late
let go
oh no!
spill cup
helps up
red face
no race
to rail
still male
take home
not nome
miss
kiss
high school
now fool
by Tina Hunter |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, body, boyfriend, desire, devotion, fantasy,
I'm peaceful and complete for the heat, the sweet explosions of desire burning the love with your sizzling kisses we're creatures of the fire I splash into the pleasure, all consuming we swan-dive into the volcano, burning i'm joyfully and madly in love with you mingled male and female, yearning and yet there is more when our love is bliss this closeness that i've never felt before my body starts to sizzle when i feel your gentle kiss my passion for you deep, and fully blooming being together is very neat long after, sweet warm flickers still remain we creatures of the tender fire and heat
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
animals, devotion, inspirational, life, love, nature, seasons
.
Red Cardinal comes
First female male eat suet_
Gentleman inborn
by Bassam Yassin |
Categories:
life, love, passion, drug,
Reading the word " female"
Confuses me happily
Like a drug of medicine;
However, could " male "
Confuse her simply
Just like a vision!?
by John Freeman |
Categories:
angst,
The potential to be awoke within thee
Then there began to be an He and a She
Faith became Floyd, the womb before was void
Love became known as the seed, the void as greed
The void would devour the seed within its greed
Thus potential became adamant as male, to quell
The adamant seed of male began to swell
With in the void of well.. Space… and grace was expelled
And grace shall ever be as Floyd expelled of void
Quite unique, of potential we eat, of Floyd from void
Life shall forever be... expelled of the paradoxes of thee
Unfortunately… at the heart of thee… lies the potential to be…
To be or not to be void…
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
love, , sweet love,
Infatuation is what it's sometimes called
You can give it any name you'd like
I call it love, pure love sweet love
It's as easy as falling off a bike
No need for any special instructions
But your heart must be willing to share
All or even just a part of your heart
Almost everyone has love to spare
Nothing's really more important in life
It's the engine that turns our wheel
Can't think of anything that even comes close
For passion, for intensity, for zeal
Take it from me, an extremely sensitive male
Who loves life and the joys it brings
Once you discover the true meaning of life
You find all year round is spring
© Jack Ellison 2013
by Kash Poet |
Categories:
funny, me, love, me,
This is going to be a secret funny tale
not told before,but now I must tell
some soupers are sending me sweet soupmails
as if they are in a journey with me in love rail
or taking me to a love island on a sail
and they are doing it constantly without fail
of course they are not male but female
till now they are thinking that I'm a male
I think it is my name that leaves a manly trail
though never did I mention that I am a male
enough is enough and now I am going to unveil
who those soupers are to turn their faces pale.
** Do not forget to read what Andrea Dietrich wrote in her
poem "A Soup Tragedy" in reply to this poem.
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by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories:
love, valentines day,
I
hold your
beating heart
in my naked
palms. Your eyes reveal
the love you can’t express—
A tenderness, well disguised
by strong broad shoulders and male pride.
Yet I know the heart that beats inside.
It is a Valentine that melds with mine.
*Dedicated to my husband Michael
Happy Valentine's Day to everyone here.