"chauvinistic" poems
You cause
a break inside my organs
Pointing out my flaws
our differences.
You are at peace.
I sit jittering, worrying
what everyone will think
of when I didn’t care
you made me laugh at
everything
Changes. You’re not right for me
Nor I for you, but I can’t help
Thinking
What if? Then I remember
you’re not what nor
Everything I want.
You are an intellectual snob you
have a depth about you
I would love to delve in,
a psychological study
that even the best critics would praise,
but I don’t want anyone else to have been there
or ever go there.
I cannot hold on to you
tear me away while
You’re haphazardly gluing us together
We’re a kindergarten art project
messy, trying to see
Beauty within the confusion,
unfinished
You asked me
Where am I most at peace
4 years old.
I could be anything
No fears
I hadn’t been ripped apart.
I was the girl that said everything,
until I felt the need to screen my thoughts,
like the filter you use to make your coffee
each morning. I wish that’s where I was,
having you tell me
that you like your women like your coffee
Dark and bitter.
I can look past your chauvinistic ways,
not giving a **** about anyone.
You’re not really closed minded
You just act like it,
which annoys the hell out of me
Sometimes. I wish life was simple.
But then
I would never know your complexities nor
Feel the things you help me feel,
like hate for train whistles
or the burn of gin hitting my throat.
Music
you introduce me to
offstage trumpets, bad movies. Your politics,
your brown eyes
and how you can hear frequencies
that most everyone else can’t. I worry
that you hear
the fear in my voice and heartbreak
With every word I speak.
When were you going to tell me?
Or was that your plan all along?
To throw me out
like yesterday’s coffee grounds
or cut up scraps
Used and unwanted.
I wish I could tell you
to tell her you don’t want her
but me instead,
you don’t, I don’t want you to.
I want holding hands, laughter
comfort, personality, humor, intellect.
You want that plus things
I can’t give
But you always take.
You are your coffee
disgusting, caffeinated,
addicting
the only patch that helps is
comforting words you never spoke.
We had many conversations
of your desires, lusts, mistakes,
but I was burned,
by lies, distrust.
You left, like always,
a harsh, acidic aftertaste
on my tongue.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
Rodin: My love, I am on my knees facing your beautiful body. My mouth is drinking your fire. I ***** us in stone. We are indissoluble.
Camille: I am heaven and hell. I am goddess and fire. You are my chauvinistic art-boy concubine.
Rodin: My dear Camille, can you not see my love for you is rooted in passion not stone or clay or bronze? Can you not feel my tongue lapping at your feet?
Camille: Foolish man. My feet are broken. I walk over you on stumps.
Camille leaves for England. Rodin follows.
Camille: You are boring.
Rodin: My love, can you not see that I am in a depressed mood. Can you not see that your capriciousness plagues me?
Camille: I love another.
Rodin: How can you say these things to me? I give you my heart. I give you my soul. I give you my artistic genius!
Camille: You’re right. You are a genius.
Rodin: Shall I write us up a contract?
Camille: As long as you don’t touch me.
Camille and Rodin return to Paris separately.
Rodin: It has been written. I will mentor you, write you in newspapers, place you in museums, and find you buyers.
Camille: You will not love another? You will spurn all but my art?
Rodin: I will. And you will marry me in return.
Camille: …
Rodin: Is there something wrong, my love?
Camille: Can you not see I am being facetious?
Rodin: My dear, you are my flora and gaiety. You are my chisel and stone. You are my breath and lungs.
Camille: Learn how to breathe without me.
Camille exits. Rodin crumples at the feet of Eternelle Idole.
Rodin: What have I done wrong?
Camille re-enters, her hands caked in clay.
Camille: A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
Rodin: Shall I get the handcuffs?
Camille: No. The lion’s cage.
Strong tides and wet fuchsias. Camille enters the cage forever.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
No.
It is not ok with me to say that.
Gay is not a synonym for stupid.
Gay is not an insult, and I will not allow you to use it like one.
It is because of people like you
That our society is intolerant, ignorant, and unforgiving.
It is because of people like you
That our society revolves around the chauvinistic cult
That men are not manly if they don’t show preference
For a butts and **** attached
To a brainless body.
It is because of people like you
That hundreds of tormented, depressed teens attempt suicide
Every year.
It is because of people like you
That many succeed.
It is because of you
That one of my best friends is addicted to drugs
Struggling with alcoholism
And self-loathing
Because he can’t admit to himself
That he might be gay.
So no.
It is not ok with me.
That you are openly homophobic.
Because what if I were gay?
With my pretty face and big *****
Would you treat me differently?
Would you still joke around and flirt?
Because in the end,
Homophobia is the same thing as
Xenophobia
Racism
And sexism.
And the only thing that separates you
And the openly gay boy that you
Hate so much
is that he has strength to go against the
very tide
that has swept you and morals away.
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 6:06 PM UTC
i honny be ten minniei pooron sumfing slinkydai had pulled a stunner...the waitress from the chinky whah yoo fancy big boy?half naked in her finerysexcitedly he mumbledi'd like a sixty ninery i no cook this time o nightit nearly half pass twoyoo chauvinistic bastardthen hit him with her shoe
Feb 28, 2010
Feb 28, 2010 at 12:02 PM UTC
Flowers you have ruin my towers
My towers above chivalry and chauvinistic ideals
They push out the prohibitions of useless propaganda
For me, alcoholic toxins appeal to my lyrical woes
I think ambiguously when I feel numb and freed of obligations
And the curls of my toes,
Don’t wrinkle with the ties of man
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC
Mrs Merkel, fair and sturdy
Dour and doughty
High and mighty
Saviour of the sinking Euro
Female icon, Teuton hero
Stand up for our rights!.
Daughter of the old Republic
Proud and plumptious
Rarely bumptious
Quantum spousal and mechanics
Scourge of Grecian's and Hispanics
Onward from Berlin!
Lean upon the sturdy lectern
Softly spoken
Never broken
Deliver to the gathered masses
Words of warning and molasses
Deliver us from evil!
Target of the shocking Silvio
Chauvinistic
Almost mystic
While all things must come to pass
She's most certainly not a *******
Gott mit Uns!
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:16 AM UTC
this flourishing silence feels more of
a trite hack-job than it is a writing stint.
my fingers (frenzied, brazen) continue to tap
and my mind starts to spill like a spigot
left open. I have taken to smoking and laughing
away
in an obscured day for myself in the parking lot
and sometimes I can do without company; only the snarl
of the well-oiled tractor in front of me.
the days are full of yellow and the Sun is a dog
on a leash. the roses smell of brine and their slender
stems bones of the young.
I can see cheeks flushed with red and skirts
neatly trimmed just above knobby knees
and I know somewhere in that tender flesh,
a man sifts without knowing what it feels to eat
bone before flesh, flesh after bone. my silently augured
procurement of today’s induced comatose is but
a Freudian slip – the world with its burly physique
is a chauvinistic man
drinking whisky in the red light district of hazy Makati.
each slapdash word in penitent reprisal
is the moment’s clearest reprieve. I am glad that this room
is darker than the eyes of the love I have lost
staring back with a mound of the abysmal or the yearnings
of a chagrined mother startled back to her home;
it must be dreamy, the dogs outside pant in heat
and the obnoxious *** of vehicles outside bears the cadence
of two people starting to fall in love: all chaotic and unmoving,
fastened to the Earth, aware of the passing minutes,
wishing to be somewhere else but there.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
A frat boy's superficial nightmare
selfishly appropriates the dance floor with her all too big of a ***
with two legs like a grand piana
thank God mommy didn't name her “Hannah”
she ain't too nifty
but tries with the hope of one day weighing less than 250
with her love handles only do so with extreme caution
don't you dare mention how you sit next to her in a class of 60
though her desk is situated at the other end of the room
tell her she's pretty
but move into ultrasound when completing the phrase with a direct reference to plump or ugliness laugh if you find this funny
and don't if you don't
but don't don't don't tell me to leave subversion
to people who actually know how it works
because I do
but I do not think it's appropriate to call this satire
because it's so close to what I've heard and what so many young women hear on a daily basis
so please
remember your acne
your pygmy genitalia
and the embarrassing fact that you
and the last carbon-based life form you had as a ****** partner
share a set of grandparents
be a gentleman
keep your chauvinistic squeals to a minimum as you compare such women out of your league
to pigs because your tail couldn't be more of a spiral at this point
*******
get out of the way to make room for us sea cows
immaturity
jealousy
****** frustration aside
whether you like it or not
this is where we ******* swim
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 8:48 PM UTC
We had a female in lead,
You don't seem to concede.
Male chauvinistic society,
Your country lags by years.
But it doesn't matter overall,
Because you have sincerity.
India shamefully still lacks it.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
A man alone is not a man just a force without a purpose.
No one to protect, to guide, or provide for,
just a force without a purpose.
A woman alone is lost, no one to nurture, or nourish,
no one to teach or cherish.
A woman alone is lost.
Of course my view is wrong,
perhaps sexist or chauvinistic,
but the differences are plain to see,
and to me the differences are complimentary.
A man is completed by a woman
and a woman is completed by a man.
Two halves that make a greater whole
two pieces reuniting one soul.
I am a man without a purpose.
Will you complete me???
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 2:59 PM UTC
Have you ever tasted the finality of abandonment?
I fully acknowledge the ambivalence of hateful and loving connectedness.
But, there is something wonderful about lunar eclipses amidst dark forests where trees creak and groan with the pains of animism.
The dial of the sun will emphasise her eternal wheel of galactic sobriety, whilst interaction transcends her promiscuous limitations of what is deemed to be sophisticated.
What do you understand about hormones?
Thank you, oh priestess of resentful misogyny.
I applaud your sexuality.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
You changed me
You changed how I look at things
In this generation
Of this posterior celebration
Which I am, no doubt
Aware that you’re a straight up knockout
From your lips that pout
To your delicious Double D's
Made me just say from the rooftops
Save the *******
Is that chauvinistic of me?
Is that impolite of me?
Save The *******
I finally saw the light
I love the *******
They are love
They are life
Save the *******
They are the sustenance of our being
Now, I’m not that perverted
I’m just practicing what I’m preaching
This is to the girls that I accidentally touched
Their community chest
Their blessed *******
I sincerely apologize
It wasn’t on purpose
Please excuse my hands
They just got careless
To the girl who asked me
“Do you want to see my *****
Well, what do you think?
I said yes within two blinks
I expected a glimpse
Of those small beautiful *******
But she said it was just a test
My bad
I guess I just confessed to
Save the *******
Is that chauvinistic of me?
Is that impolite of me?
Save the *******
I finally saw the light
I love the *******
They are love
They are life
Save the *******
They are the sustenance of our being
Now, I’m not that perverted
I’m just practicing what I’m preaching
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
Now this topic has ground on my brain lately
but I feel I should discuss it at least once, and hopefully not lengthy.
See, I agree with feminism and I do my best to treat everyone equally,
black, white, whatever it's all the same to me.
So Tumblr feminists, I'm calling you out because being extreme behind a keyboard seems to be your specialty.
You spend days with square eyes
Filling Tumblr and discovering lies
Women this women that
Telling all of your little facts
Now Let's get back on track,
First of all demonizing straight guys won't solve **** and most likely will get you nothing but flak but I guess you can think that all guys are complete ***** I'll give you a pass to that,
Second of all who made up that free bleed thing?
I mean I know that time is unpleasant but allowing yourself to bleed in say a public pool I'm almost positive isn't hygienic
Now before you think I'm some chauvinistic pig,
I do think that the pay gap shouldn't exist, and I do think oversexualization of our daughters isn't anything positive
However I will say that I'm for equality, not matriarchal or patriarchal or giving someone with different parts between their legs special treatment
So stop overreacting on this
Just because you are different then boys on the way you ****
Love your soul and not your gender
Stop making every guy a *** offender
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
My internal clock is set at Manhattan
I face the world with a jaded point of view
Manhattanites are chauvinistic, snobbish, opinionated
And relentlessly focused
Manhattan energy drives our universe
Like the taxies forge the streets
In a frontal assault
Art, history and multiculturalism
Remain the melting *** of stew
Brewed from micro to macro
But always after the brass ring
Always reaching upward
Like the skyscrapers of today and yore
Clamoring to be the tallest in the world
Yet knowing that we already are
Simply because we’re Manhattanites
Faith in our own destiny
We’re Manhattanites after all
And being a Manhattanite
Is all that needs to be said
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Anticipation is like a former actress who eagerly awaits a future prospect, where delicate wallflowers hang with certain fortitude.
Similarly, our medieval ancestors played the harpsichord, whilst later English Baroque flaunted her chauvinistic flamboyance to those who fluttered their eyelashes in the name of socio-economic harlotry.
I am pleased to meet your acquaintance, my friend of gallantry.
However, the roots of Portugese expression are conveyed in the aristocracy of our heritage.
As purity is the laughing stock of assumed independence, and pride is buried in lascivious presumption, we must remember that the classical piano shares an Arabesque flavour which stands in juxtaposition to our Saxony.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
You are perfect.
Beyond any comparable specimen
photo shopped and filleted under the surgeons knife
splattered puffy lipped across every magazine
in the dime and nickel drugstore isles.
Like some olden goddess drunken ancients
sent prayer and virgins to.
Like a pop culture piece painting
portraying perfection multicolored
and gleaming.
Like the way the sun breaks into every color of the spectrum
when it hits the clouds just above the shore line
amazing even the coldest of hearts.
Like a piece of water frozen and glimmering
with all the brilliance of the sun itself
turning fields into fiery displays with the morning dew.
Like the first message sent across the nation via telegraph
amazing everyone
and bringing wonder and mystery into the world again
as if darkness and desperation never existed
in the first place.
Like all of these things.
You are perfect,
and I don't know you.
I don't know anything about you.
The sick
the chauvinistic
the sexist
the slum dog
and cannibal
and primitive
the ****** and unforgivable
the pure drive
and urge
in me,
wants to walk up brazenly
chest puffed out to you
to say only three things.
You are perfect.
What is your name?
Will you lay with me?
But I cannot do these things
you know your perfect.
I can tell by the way you walk
the way you brush away looks like dust.
Full of pride brought on by good genes
and disdain for others.
I am a gentleman
and I could never say such things
to a person as self satisfied
and perfect in physicality
as you.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
**** you, Diana, for everything you’ve done.
For getting a hold on my friend and ******* out his fun
For doing to his happiness what a vampire does to blood
For taking his healthy heart and crushing it into crud.
He used to be optimistic
Before you turned him Chauvinistic.
I promised I’d refrain from calling you a *****
But thinking on it now, I’d say you’re nothing more.
Now he puts on a façade of a smile
And we hope he’ll be better after a while
But we cannot reverse the things you did to him.
You left with his heart and his world became grim.
You’ve nothing left to say to our friend
You insist that this is the end
Now that you switched to another man like changing the channel,
We all say in a chorus, **** you, Diana.
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 7:53 PM UTC
I’m a downtrodden wife
his trouble and strife
Is this my life?
He doesn’t help with chores
in between snores
says “ask her indoors”
The kids avoid him
I fulfil their whims
no point in asking him
I don’t know why he married me?
I could never be
what he wanted me to be
I’m never good enough
he says I look rough
so no more *** stuff
I wanted to work
but the chauvinistic ****
wouldn’t allow this perk
I can’t wait ‘till the kids are grown
from this dysfunctional nest flown
I’m building a nest egg of my own
Then mummy can fly
happily wave him goodbye
no tears shall I cry
but until then
the youngest is ten
I’ll keep secret my yen
Eight more years
feeding him beers
listening to his jeers
He’s such a hypocrite
sanctimonious ***
for any occasion a face that will fit
People think he’s a good man
doing what he can
for poor miserable Ann
Ann’s biding her time
secret ***** and lime
behind his back a naughty mime
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
It sickens me
To think that my ancestors were *****
By greasy, shaggy men from the north
Who burned down their houses
And pilfered their precious possessions
It sickens me
To think that I am but the last domino
In a centuries long trail of ********
It sickens me
To think that my father is a *******
His father was a *******
And all my children will be ********
And it sickens me
To think that I am so proud of that fact
Within my polluted veins may be found
Perhaps only one drop of foreign blood
But that drop of blood is from an ancient heathen deity
The years have diluted it but still it fills me
With a blissful rage, my poisoned skin tingles
With the most wonderful of furies
With every beat of my tainted heart the capacity
To duel with giants and annihilate armies
Resonates around my body
I feel I have the power to rend heaven
And lacerate the landscape of hell
With just my adulterated fingernails
Because I am the pink diamond
In the pile of precious stones
I’m impure, and I’m worth nothing to the masses
But I’m just as indomitable as my kin
So if any of my fellow white men
Strut round claiming to be pure, know this:
I will take a torch to your hall, hew your head
From your chauvinistic shoulders, and hang it
From my gateway as a warning to those who dare to disbelieve
That we are all somebody’s *******
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
Let's talk about feminism
Let's discuss the social perception of the cause
How misgonists claim we are equal
How bigots claim we are immoral
How ignorants can say, 'She had it coming'
Let's talk about equality
Let's explore the land of opportunity
Where being gay is 'a choice'
Where racism is more subtly projected
Where women are still fighting for equal rights
Let's talk about feminism
Let's examine **** culture
How men are excused by intoxication
How women are condemned by the same
How people can say, 'Well he is your boyfriend, isn't that what you do?'
Let's talk about equality
Let's analyze the current state of equality
Where in some states, you're protected
Where in some states, you're rejected
Where in some states, you're infected
Let's talk about feminism
Let's study the modern chauvinistic idea
How women aren't as strong
How women aren't as smart
How women aren't as logical
Let's talk about a revolution
Let's inspire a renaissance
Where equality is revelant and boundless
Where feminism is celebrated
Where protesting is unncessary
Let's talk about a revolution
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
I fear
That when you went away
Without any notice
And suffered for so long
All alone
You took away
My ability to suffer
You took it all
For yourself
Along with my ability
To get butterflies
From other boys
Like I used to with you
And my ability to
Even want to smile when they
Give me the attention
I have so been craving
You've left me
In this perpetually alone state
With no explanation
And no guide
On how to survive
This emptiness
And now
Here you are
Back and asking for more
But you already have my more
You have it all
And I know
I could never ask for it back
Because neither one of us
Understands any of it
You don't know what you do
And I
I don't know what state I am left in
So my plan
Is to sit here
In this chauvinistic fog
Until I slowly disappear
Out of insignificance
And necessity.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
Just love yourself, you know, but don't get cocky and save money so you don't starve on the streets but don't be such a ******* greedy ******* and walk with your shoulders straight for once in your life but stop striding around like you own the place, didn't I tell you to start saving money? But after you leave a tip; be frugal not cheap you say i love you much too fast i mean come on romeo and juliet just killed themselves isn't that complete nonesense and in the meantime try to let loose and stop stressing about what you eat i mean it's only food it's not an enemy and you never say you love us anymore and it's breaking our hearts one by one and you really need to be healthier I mean
i love you
and hope you live forever
but ******* will you eat something? You're just skin and bones and my gosh, you need to broaden your horizons but why do you think about all this weird stuff? you need to lighten up and READ more i mean there's so much out there
and why do you get hung up on the little stuff? I mean it's the little thngs that matter you need to set your priorities straight i hope you hate yourself as much as i hate you are you going out again i thought you said you didn't have friends when we said you needed to leave your **** room and by the way you need to stop suppressing other people's beliefs i mean diversity is our strength and you can't let other people tell you how to think and by the way will you stop being a ******* chauvinistic ********* i mean you can't treat people like that and you're probably racist whether you like it or not did i mention you need to eat more? because you're getting fat and you really need to watch your serving sizes but you know it's not how much you eat so much as what you eat and dear, please, that shirt cannot be worn with those pants, you're so adorable when you try to match like this and stop wearing the same two sweaters day in and day out like you're two halves of a mime trying to figure out how to be one.
Did I mention you look fat?
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
He challenged me to write a Villanelle.
His smugness makes me bilious, but, hey,
He clearly doesn’t know me very well.
He planned to undermine me: I could tell
His chauvinistic manner and the way
he challenged me to write a Villanelle.
And yet, I’m tough, I work in Personnel.
I’ll write a Villanelle without delay.
He clearly doesn’t know me very well.
I scribble, scream, throw down my pen and yell.
Yet he, for sure, must live to rue the day
he challenged me to write a Villanelle.
My confidence begins to rise and swell.
He’s smugly watching from a way away.
He clearly doesn’t know me very well.
The marriage is a joke: in fact it’s hell.
He’ll get the papers through the door today.
He challenged me to write a Villanelle.
He clearly doesn’t know me very well.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
Chauvinistic,
Idealistic,
Gone ballistic,
Be realistic,
I am a statistic,
Optimistic can be sadistic, unrealistic.
Think I’m pessimistic? Acidic?
I’m just specific
For me, you are parasitic,
Made me a critic,
Made my life a mimic the horrific,
But it was all just a gimmick,
Not idyllic.
We’re all narcissistic,
So stop being a critic.
Get simplistic,
Value the mystic, the artistic,
Or you’ll be just a cynic.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
We are strangers
Yet my heart is open to you
Soon to be neighbors is the
American Dream
Not a greed machine feeding nothing but
Chauvinistic pleasure
Nor is learning how to hoard resources to one side of a body or border an active vision anymore
Instead this night aspires for green trees untouched except by skin, a home and morale for the fallen and free, even more varied cuisines
All faces spring forth just as fluently here, no need for same speak as we may share a smile and nod just as easily, duly noting
Our colors and diversity, who is suitably similar to the landscapes travelled throughout the states, a testimony to
Our uniquely cultured experience which yearns to preserve
forever under sparks and sprinklers in summer when things grow for all;
For me, for them,
For us, for We.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC