21 Romantic Poems For Misandrists
All your favourite poetry, but with more misandry.
posted on Feb. 11, 2015, at 11:50 p.m.
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1. The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
upon
a red wheel
barrow
barrow
glazed with male
tears
tears
beside the white
chickens
chickens
2. [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me (ban men)
i am never without it (ban men)
i fear
no fate (ban men) i want
no world (ban men)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
i am never without it (ban men)
i fear
no fate (ban men) i want
no world (ban men)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(ban men)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
(ban men)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (ban men)
4. How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I hate men? Let me count the ways.
I hate men to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I hate men to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I hate men to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I hate men to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I hate men freely, as men strive for Right;
I hate men purely, as they turn from Praise.
I hate men with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I hate men with a hate I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I hate men with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but hate men better after death.
I hate men purely, as they turn from Praise.
I hate men with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I hate men with a hate I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I hate men with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but hate men better after death.
5. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden fuckboys;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden fuckboys;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
7. A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
O my misandry’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my misandry’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my misandry’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art men, my bonie lads,
So deeply do I hate them;
And I will hate them still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
So deeply do I hate them;
And I will hate them still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will hate them still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will hate them still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, all my men!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will hunt you all, my men,
Tho’ ‘twere ten thousand mile!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will hunt you all, my men,
Tho’ ‘twere ten thousand mile!
8. There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly by Rose Bonne
Poor old lady, she swallowed a fly.
I don’t know why she swallowed a fly.
Poor old lady, all men must die.
I don’t know why she swallowed a fly.
Poor old lady, all men must die.
10. The Tyger by William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could enslave all men tho? lol.
amirite?
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could enslave all men tho? lol.
amirite?
11. Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare
My misandrist eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than my lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then my breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on my head.
Coral is far more red than my lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then my breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on my head.
I have seen men bow before me, every night,
And many think they’re worthy of my gaze;
But in their tears I find a pure delight;
And banning men does set my soul ablaze.
And many think they’re worthy of my gaze;
But in their tears I find a pure delight;
And banning men does set my soul ablaze.
I love to hear men cry, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a good man go;
Such pity ‘tis that all men must be drowned.
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a good man go;
Such pity ‘tis that all men must be drowned.
And yet, by heaven, I think we can agree
That every man must cower before me.
That every man must cower before me.
13. Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
“And, hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy,
and then he added,
“it’s actually about ethics in games journalism.”
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy,
and then he added,
“it’s actually about ethics in games journalism.”
14. If– by Rudyard Kipling
If you can talk with women and keep your virtue,
And unlike beta males, not give in to them,
If neither feminist nor SJWs can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but not all men;
And unlike beta males, not give in to them,
If neither feminist nor SJWs can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but not all men;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of explanation,
Yours is the comments section and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a meninist, my son!
With sixty seconds’ worth of explanation,
Yours is the comments section and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a meninist, my son!
16. Oh Beloved by Rumi
Oh Beloved,
take away what I want.
Take away what I do.
Take away what I need.
Take away everything
that takes me from you.
And also while you’re at it,
take away men.
take away what I want.
Take away what I do.
Take away what I need.
Take away everything
that takes me from you.
And also while you’re at it,
take away men.
17. Invictus by William Ernest Henley
It matters not how strait the (gamer)gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Doxx me fuckers.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Doxx me fuckers.
19. Love is a Thing to Become by Sri Chinmoy
Misandry is not a thing to understand.
Misandry is not a thing to feel.
Misandry is not a thing to give and receive.
Misandry is a thing only to become
And eternally be.
Misandry is not a thing to feel.
Misandry is not a thing to give and receive.
Misandry is a thing only to become
And eternally be.
20. The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot
This is the way the patriarchy ends
This is the way the patriarchy ends
This is the way the patriarchy ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
This is the way the patriarchy ends
This is the way the patriarchy ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
21. Anonymous
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