Best Manhood Poems
The silence...
The stillness
Akin to shadows, long fingers reach
Warriors and I
Lie here in the hallow
Fear…beside us, beseech!
Where is the enemy?
Whispers seem to ring out
Lips from my fingers, keeps head from arise
To quell eager peering about
I am a boy
But, this night, man become I
I and my buddies…
Too young, aren’t prepared to die
Onto their arms I do grab
Keeping their lives from growing all too short
Then, echoes…echoes. ..Breaking the silence of the still
A loud shot! Reports….
The one…
Then two!
A hail of missiles, I bring up my gun
Dirt spraying from every direction, which way do I shoot?
What I do not have…is…
Time! Time to think
I throw up my machine gun, blindly, not looking…
Squeezing the trigger, RAT TAT TAT… in frenzy, RAT TAT TAT…spitting instinct
Adrenaline rushing, surging!
Beads of sweat freefall to roll
Fingers tighten, muscles tauten
Madness besieging to depths of soul
Then my redden swelling ears take heed
From behind comes most frantic, deafening scream
Victory, exhilaration, hopes of my enemies all relieved!
It’s Johnny who’s been hit! Red river flows his crimson streams
I’m sobbing; I’m cradling him and shouting “YOU CANNOT DIE!”
Then I whisper…come back to life “Johnny, please, Johnny please"
Unnoticed to me, the stillness returns once more and then a paper…a letter… silently
floats to the floor
It’s the words like bullets that hit me, penned from his wife…
“I love you so much, the war will be over in just a short time; make sure you come back to me…
Come back to me alive”
Categories:
manhood, war
Form:
Personification
To be a man in a world of false men
And keep honor as a good Sherpa guide
To not lose dignity in the lion's den
And stay ever humble before such pride
To know that character, is coin of the realm
And duty to cause is the cloth we wear
As we steer our hearts with truth at the helm
Protect the lives of those in need of care
To be a child in the world of children
And teach wisdom learned without demanding
Accept those in need as they wander in
And claim no reason beyond understanding
To give up childish things, to have foresight
Truth, honor, character should be your quest
Know worlds further than your line of sight
To become a man before one's death
contest Animus-Anima Part II-Animus
5/30/16
Categories:
manhood, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Manhood
The ad said that I could increase the size of my manhood.
I gave my manhood serious thought and asked myself if
my manhood really needed an increase in size. I was also
concerned as to what particular aspects of my manhood
they were offering to enlarge. I already have a colossal
ego, most men do. My self esteem, well I’ve never tried
to measure that although I do think that its dimensions
vary with proper situations and stimulation. My self
worth, not to be confused with my taxable income,
is extremely susceptible to proper stroking and subtle
whispered hints at its greatness. I wondered if perhaps
the ad was referring to my wondrous aural presence,
or my spontaneous chest puffing upon receiving a
compliment about the size of my manhood. Could
it be referring to those good deeds done and kept
secret, not to hide them but because they are the
things that men of great size do. You know, that
old fashioned stuff like holding the door for a lady,
or more recently allowing her to hold the door open
for me), offering my seat on the crowded subway
to anyone who seems distressed, smiling, walking
with a bit of a skip in my step, stopping to admire
a sunrise, picking up the bottles left lying in the
playground by men much smaller than me, stopping
to talk to the old couple who pass by about the same
time every day, shoveling someone’s walkway. So
I figure my manhood is just about the right size for
me, some areas could probably us a little pruning
but I like to think that being the right size is more
important than being larger than life.
John G. Lawless
Categories:
manhood, humor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The truck he drives
His sexual tool
What makes a man a man?
Categories:
manhood, humorous,
Form:
Questionku
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught initiative and action to wield.
Ducked away from my call, chose inaction’s shield
I wish to be that man, I know I could.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to strive to be the best.
Accepted mediocrity, letting go of the quest,
I wish to be that man, I know I should.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to respect my desires and needs.
Told to beg for wants, as my worth recedes,
I yearn to be that man, I know I would.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
Never taught to give love to others’ hearts.
Believed love was limited, torn apart,
I beg to be that man, one never misunderstood.
I’m a man who knows nothing of manhood,
I know not more than most boys.
Focused on grades, girls, and fleeting joys,
Can I be that man? Is there even a likelihood?
Every waking moment, I ponder,
In the dawn of adulthood, my soul is urged.
To look at me and ask,
Am I that man, who emerged?
As time flows as it should,
My wisdom grows long,
I strive to be the man I could,
I can change. That is good.
Categories:
manhood, anxiety, childhood, friendship love,
Form:
Rhyme
As my bowls moved from one solitude to an other, my thoughts resonated to a topic of most
prolific discussion. The rights of man came into light, true nature being expressed
through the passion of my exercise. My vision lay upon the world is a sight to be seen.
Utopian fields of grass and shade from the trees, church houses cornering every abode,
people passing one an other in joyful delight.
But as the pain of pressure killed my fantasy and reality lay in front of my eyes, a
system of government and order contemplated my cerebrum window.
Knowing that not all individuals act accordingly to civilized society, that some must be
enforced, and others must be eliminated. Perfection is a word that might as well not
exist, for it is just part of a child's wild imagination.
The tissue softly caressed my forbidden garden as the dream of happiness escaped through a
dark tunnel of solitude, as the waste of the masses journeys on a journey through the vast
unknown underneath our very feet.
Categories:
manhood, history
Form:
Questions!?!
Have I not been good enough…!?! What else must I do!?!
What else possibly can I do to show you that I’m true?
Have I not paid the rent and mastered the utility bills?
Have I not furnished the house, and even added frills?
Haven’t I taken care of the children’s school supplies?
Provided food, clothing and shelter – and told you no lies?
Have I not been steadfast, and persisted for better or worse?
Have I not looked out for you and yours and didn’t once curse?
Have I not assisted with the chores: washing, cooking or cleaning?
Have I not frequently showed you appreciation with meaning?
Have I not comforted, listened, encouraged and shown love daily?
Have I not made wise decisions and guided the family wholly?
Have I not been true to my words through evidence by actions?
Have I not been trustworthy in all relations and transactions?
If your answer is YES, why all this stress; why, no rest?
Tell me, how can I possibly do better than my absolute best?
End
By: Dion O. Penville
Categories:
manhood, appreciation, emotions, father, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Four Things
Four things in any land must dwell,
If it endures and prospers well:
One is manhood true and good;
One is noble womanhood;
One is child life, clean and bright;
And one an altar kept alight.
Categories:
manhood, appreciation, character, deep, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Is it hard for you to understand why you should embrace a woman’s tears there’s a message that should not be missed, a list of tools to survive and they all start with love?
“I’m a man, I’m strong, I deserve to sit on a throne why should I care!"
Selfish thoughts are what make us weak.
This is the questions of many men, why do you fear the truth and walk blinded. Having so much to prove walking bold, not knowing that we could be left alone.
How much better can we do to improve our thoughts and for once learn to love, learn to hug, learn to understand a woman’s emotions?
Not to shove your woman to the side, because of your man like pride.
The woman you told you love last night will fight and cry, ride and die for you and you choose to lose?
Did you not mean it?
Love, a word so easy to say, but to mean it, is powerful. To misuse the down fall of those who spoke the lies to use for personal gain
What is there to prove?
Your man hood?
It’s not even clear or fair to a woman’s heart to pull away without the proper words to say something positive to encourage the woman you claim to love.
What is inspected from a woman that has or will carry you regardless?
Regardless to our flaws
Regardless to our excuses in which is lost in her tears.
The pain that is caused has scared hearts of many women in the name of our...
Man hood.
Categories:
manhood, people, woman,
Form:
Lyric
Tell me
I'm not a man.
Up against this
charred forest,
compelled along
its path.
Handed these levers,
these weights, these
high-stakes appraisals.
Delivered this beaten,
broken mired work,
these floundering hopes.
Living with my chiseled
consequences
and
fast turn-around
confrontations.
Captured in someone's climate
of conquest.
Clad in this breathless
armor of control,
a frenzy of packaged
identity
like someone's remedies
for whom I am.
Tell me
I'm not a man
along this tree-lined
midnight.
Lift this metal suit
that I may find my
way back.
Categories:
manhood, boy, child, gender, growing
Form:
Free verse
My bears' beard came in when I turned eighteen.
I dipped my audacity in manhood
and it spit me out like sugarless tea.
The trenches near sent me back to curfews.
A man must talk and bear his own garbage:
He runs, He dies, and breaks his spine for pay
that’s bare. He does not shed tears to carnage,
He wars gracefully- like Frank to the Sway.
I never was taught to war silently
like shirts that know the wrath of a pen leak;
to walk giant and to laugh defiantly
at the loud drums and dances of deadbeats.
But I swear by my face to the beehive
I am – by my way- a man come alive!
Categories:
manhood, adventure, allah, appreciation, me,
Form:
Sonnet
Cant deny my nature right?
Cant stop doing wrong if it feels right!
I mean, who could.… at such a sight?
Sip some class, and ignore ethics’ bite,
At my sternum, behind my skin, and outta sight.
We seat our glasses beside the bed,
Its name isn’t confidence, that beautiful red.
She lies back in crumpled heaven,
Looking at me, after all that I said,
With a whirlpool of lust,
in her eyes.
I place one arm beside her head,
And crawl, like a tiger, up the bed.
Now I feel the bite stronger than ever,
and I retreat, my heart in constant plea,
Half the man I used to be.
Categories:
manhood, confusion,
Form:
Bio
Victimizing's sound of lewd
I hear the name of vile intrude,
as violence, while the man is hood
and faith's assumption, lost construed.
The necessary loss of feud
by self agreement, merely mood,
the cause of struggle be renewed
by mankind's offer, listening proves!
It is agreement that needs groove
of thoughts respecting others brood.
A clearness of intention's false
will harbor trust to bear resolve!
So strength is portion of default
mistakes so honored, learned assault
would break not entry, trying's vault ~
I own myself, to so exalt!
A trail of vestige, as not cost
this saving remnant of my care
is building harmony ne'er lost
with better ways, as mankind . . . share!
Categories:
manhood, trust, truth,
Form:
Monorhyme
Masculine
Always
Noble
Hating
Opulence
Oppressing
Disguise
Categories:
manhood, social
Form:
Acrostic
Does not manhood kill the boy,
each falling leaf a tree destroy
or shall the substance of past things
return to us though memory brings
but shadows' forms unless confirmed,
cast anew and reaffirmed
by us at present living?
Categories:
manhood, life, memory, time,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric