Pogonophile - I am that mad boy 🧔
Obsessed with the beard
I recall those days,
Rubbed the stubble of our father,
Why was coarse,
Thought and may be overthought,
Touched my face yes touched,
But the bro sprouted after 16,
And named it 'BEARD' upon the up-lip,
Yeah, I know it's a moustache for you!
16 old mad I called it full beard,
Mad boy mad boy obsessed with a full beard,
Now not 16 I'm in my twenties,
Look at other vicenarians,
More beard than you,
The hand would come to,
The face and tells me,
Ask for the therapies,
They are already had,
Mad boy mad boy obsessed with a full beard,
Pogonophile why not? I am that mad boy,
Member of a beard club,
Member of a stubble club,
Member of a bristles club,
Member of a whisker club,
I'm on the journey,
Growing those tuskers,
Having classy growing,
say bye to 16,
Mad boy mad boy obsessed with a full beard.
About the Creator
Esala Gunathilake
I am an enthusiastic writer who feel the sense of humanity. Thus, I can write stanzas, short stories, novels, articles and blogs as well. I am a blog contributor for the Ananda College Engineer's Ink student chapter website.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insight
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Keep reading
More stories from Esala Gunathilake and writers in Poets and other communities.
Paralysis
She was there. Like she always had been, as if she were created immediately following the big bang. Waiting for him. Her long brown hair twisted and danced wildly in the lack of gravity. She was hauntingly beautiful, but her face was a look of terror and desperation. She mouthed wordless shouts, Ron only could assume she was yelling by the way the veins bulged in her neck.
By Jordan Flynn7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (11)
I guess it's a guy thing to be obsessed with beards. Same case with my older brother. You really are creative with your words. Nice work Esala!
Pogonophole is one of my favourite words! 😜
nice
NICE SUPER
nice...
Oh wow, I was today years old when I learned what a pogonophile is. Loved your poem!
Haha Esala! Once again you took in such a creative and relatable topic..To be honest I also felt really obsessed when I saw my moustach for the first time bro..yes we are older enough to some far.. But mind that I must say that childhood mindset is not the madness, just the pure sense of innocence. .
Nice poem
Haha nice work Esala!
Great poem, fun and relatable.
Nice work, Esala