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Some Men

Some love too little, some love too long, Some laugh and others cry; Some do the act with show of tears, And some without a sigh; For some men kill the things they love, Yet each man does deny. Some kill love when in their youth, And some when they grow old; Some smother with the hand of greed, Because of lust for gold; The evil use their tongue because, It takes love where it’s cold. But men who kill the girl they love, Have a story to be heard; Some do it with a callous look, Some with a bitter word; The tyrant does it with his fist, The weak man with a sword.

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John Loving Iii

Date: 7/13/2012 6:57:00 PM

dear liz, i've been on an adventure trying to find out why your poem "some men " and my poem " the hitchock thriller" were so similar. i checked dates and everything thinking you had plagarizeed me. in the end it turned out to be a collaboration. when i first met you. you dont remember but you sent me the poem and i added my stuff. and yes we placed in a contest. two winners cant make a loser.

Robert Johnson

Date: 6/25/2012 11:36:00 AM

I see I didn't see it fit to comment on this earlier. WELL! Time changes things.:) I do not care about some men. I do my killing with a pen. The looks I get are written down. Sometimes a smile, sometimes a frown. The past refrain will tell it's tale. Mostly, it says love ain't for sale. So if you find love in your heart. Then you'll know it will never part. Hi Elizabeth, hope your having a nice day. :)

Judy Ball

Date: 8/19/2011 8:21:00 PM

There are many ways to kill someone. You can kill their spirit. You can kill their reputation. You can kill their joy. You can kill their body. You can kill their ability to feel. A well thought out piece my friend and women can do this to men too. Great job. God Bless, JB

Robert A. Dufresne

Date: 8/15/2011 7:59:00 AM

hhhmmmmm interesting thoughts and true as far as the poem goes but it may lack a bit of the good qualities which I have observed in some who have striven to be Christ like whether they were christian or not. I have noticed the Lord does not only live in those that boast of being his followers. I have had holy envy after observing the virtue of some men. Emphasis on "some" of course. Your poem gives way to thoughts of who what and why. Thanks for waking my brain up this morning, Elizabeth.

Robert Johnson

Date: 8/14/2011 4:00:00 PM

No Comment.

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 8/14/2011 1:29:00 PM

Very interesting write and a bit different from what I have read from you-- your last stanza in particular was very thought provoking for me, yes I suppose these men indeed have stories that need to be heard-- haunting thoughts you leave here...

Zzzzz Zzzzz

Date: 8/14/2011 8:03:00 AM

Yes, we are a strangely assorted bunch. But as your title implies, you are only talking about SOME men. There are good and bad in all races, and in both sexes. Thought-provoking write. xoxo Robert.

Joe Maverick

Date: 8/13/2011 3:51:00 PM

Enjoyed the last 2 lines Elizebeth, are you writing about men in general? Or mankind as a whole..?

Elizabeth Wesley
Date: 9/24/2011 10:01:00 PM

Only some men!

Bl Devnath

Date: 8/13/2011 9:33:00 AM

Hi! friend, it's Practical write, happens in human life. I enjoyed it you mentioned some man not all, where many are at least safe. Nicely penned. Thanks for previous comment. bl

Emmanuel Brian Oule

Date: 8/13/2011 7:57:00 AM

wow, am so thrilled, ITS KUL

Jl Sadberry

Date: 8/12/2011 5:22:00 PM

Smile, *^_^* “And Whatever We Do Let's Not Forget The Women *^_#* Within Many Lights Many of They Are As Lost & Thus Darkened As Many A Man My Dear, Precious & Priceless Elizabeth *^_^* I Have Noticed Your Beauties Muse & Wielding of Your Own Swords Yet, Since When Do Two ??? Ever Produce The Fruits of Righteousness & Or Light!? === My Love & Warmth Always, Jasper *

James Peranteau

Date: 8/12/2011 1:39:00 PM

Dear poet, how sad I am to sit and read this write of yours. My heart now feels so morose; knowing that; I am a "man", and that there is a soul amongst my most fondest of genus; genre... a poet here on the 'Soup', who; has found it within, to amalgamate the likes of I, with, yes, cold hearted souls, who may have caused you glum. I can only be rueful for having the charactor given at birth as, "man", yet you can trust this man to be respectful to you, and, I do enjoy your writes ! Much love, james

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 8/12/2011 12:01:00 PM

thankxx elizabeth for your ever encouraging words on my body of work ..happy weekend...

Richard Moriarty

Date: 8/12/2011 12:01:00 PM

Liz this is a great write, and true insight, if I am one of these guys in your life, I hope you will forgive me, but I truly enjoyed the poem, plus I responded to your message of re the death of the Armadillo, which incidentally is a carrier of leprosy in addition to its other nasty traits.

Kevin Clark

Date: 8/12/2011 11:22:00 AM

Nice write Elizabeth

Kash Poet

Date: 8/12/2011 3:26:00 AM

An interesting write.Love it.Can't fit myself in any of the above categories.....LOL.

Russell Sivey

Date: 8/12/2011 12:29:00 AM

I see the pattern here, men killing is it? Wow, I caught the meaning and it was very powerful! You are so right about it, men CAN be idiots sometimes! Lovely write!!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/12/2011 12:20:00 AM

OHHH., I see what advice you are talking about. Yes, I like this!! Well, you are my last comment of the night. Finally I'm OUT Of here!! Glad you liked Shy Guy. It was written from an actual dream I once had many years ago. I put into the poem a handsome cousin from my past as the character. A second cousin I would have enjoyed kissing!!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 8/11/2011 11:59:00 PM

many forms of abuse expressed elizabeth in this poignant piece luv.. abuse is never right .. some are too possessive as is my old man.. and jealous .. and that makes luv rocky sometimes..

Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 8/11/2011 11:52:00 PM

:-0 A WOWSER! Elizabeth, this is fantastic, chilling and though its intent surely is to reach the emotions, you have crafted it PERFECTLY. I, too, have had my share of wounds, and narrowly escaped one relationship years and years ago, quote, "You shouldn't live if you want to live without me." Now, as a mom, and my girl isn't even out of diapers yet, I stare at her and think, "How the heck do I prepare her for men? To sniff out the tyrants and the weak and recognize the hero?" Thumbs up, Cyndi

John Smith

Date: 8/11/2011 11:31:00 PM

I like it. You ought to get an Oscar for the Wilde tone of this poem; a well done variation. And, yes, I am your rooster; at least, in my dreams.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/11/2011 11:17:00 PM

A good poem for the many ways men kill. I'd say it was the weak man who kills his lady with a sword. Very interesting and different kind of poem from you, elizabeth.