Gender Poems | Examples of Gender Poetry

In this write my spirit stands.' To curse satans war on all Humans.' For the move in taking babes from mothers breasts.' To g m crops and toxic weed killrs all drawn from A loathsome war chest.' Used to weaken bones and skin And immunity.' Along with flouride waste added in; so we see' the demonic involvd in...

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Comes our God motherly, motherly, motherly, Holding us tenderly when we're in pain. Comes our God fatherly, fatherly, fatherly, Strength'ning us daily to face life again. Just what will tomorrow bring causes me worry With so many tasks that I plan to complete, And the thought of it makes me feel weary already. I lay down my head and then struggle to...

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When I grow up, I want to be a man ‘Course, I am a man already Comfortable in my skin as I am ~ So never mind this poem, wrote she ...

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Hands interlocking A smile that holds no hidden shame A lake in a world on fire Waves whispering promises of a future Where even here I am found...

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There are those born women' And those born man A very few are both genders Yet none were ever born As trans.!...

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Meet me—by the abandoned houses—>there not here<—, for it’s a danger! to be seen in such ill company as I__I mean: if strangers knew how strange was our affair, they’d **** us!—meet me when night has grown fair, bring gifts (flowers) (for nothing’s more obscene in such situation as we are keen). Though I’m well loath to leave you unaware, you’ll must need...

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As spring graces the face of the earth, an underlying coldness settles below. Petals dance in the fleeting breeze, yet a quiet goodbye waits beneath Time and time again, cherry blossoms bloom, as the October winds threaten to defile them But if winter lingers on the surface, and spring beneath, doesn't that mean that with every bloom, a bone-chilling frost begins to creep. ...

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I once read: "100 women trafficked and enslaved in a human egg farm-drugged, violated, and harvested. The world barely blinks." The words sat in my stomach, heavy, rotting. Not shocking, not new-just another line in the never-ending horror novel that we call reality. And I knew. I knew this was going to start happening. They...

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When Joe was young he had tonsilitis In grade school he developed bronchitis Later, elbow bursitis And Colitis,...

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Jesus in toga or tunic Wrote notes that use symbols runic But Trump Musk and Vance Don loose yoga pants To hide now each is a eunuch...

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Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child... courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight while he took tea and crumpets within mistress's boudoir The following verses typed out some years ago, but equally pertinent and relevant to the ebb and flow of my life today, and as ye become familiar with me...

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I remember the first steps, not forward, but inward. A world too sharp, too dangerous, where I folded myself away to avoid the weight of their eyes, the cruelty of their voices. Freak. Liar. Something worse. They said I had no right to be. They made me fight my way home, made me believe that survival was rebellion. And then, for a while, the world softened. I walked through...

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Anxiously he waits for his wife She was supposed to be home at five He needs to teach her a lesson He knows she will after this session five minutes later, she opens the door Without greeting he hits her to the floor He promises tonight he will give her a hiding Never mind the pleading He beats her face to a pulp Bleeding...

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She walks with caution, her gaze cast low, In a world where danger lurks, where can she go? Her body, a battlefield not of her design, Her dreams shattered, her innocence confined. Must she live her life in silent dread? Is freedom a right, or a luxury instead? Her...

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I will never feel your wetness slide down my cock Simply because I do not have one. I will never know your texture beyond 3-4 inches Simply because my fingers are not long enough. I can hold you and kiss you, But I wonder if my longing for you will ever be satisfied. I can make you cum, But would it...

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