Best Manliness Poems
Easter is upon us
My darling said to me
She keeps quizzing me for chocolate
I said just wait and see
I wonder what he got me
Maybe chocolate and some flowers
I'll be putty in his hands
Surrendering, as he devours
I need to do some shopping
For chocolates, champagne and roses
The latter will grace my darling
On our bed in delightful poses
I shall get myself prepared
For an Easter evening of romance
A shower and some fragrance
With a kissing cuddling dance
I hear the water running
As i step through the door
Rose petals on our bed
Also carpeting our floor
I feel my loves hands on me
As he joins me in the shower
Caressing as we wash
His manliness empowers
We dry each other down
To our bedroom we kiss and touch
Our bed a carpet of roses
We lie down in tender clutch
His hands in loving wander
My zones excite and please
Rose petals float down upon me
With chocolate, he's on his knees
I lean down and kiss my love
Her body chocolate blessed
Knowing of my sweetness
And my inner hungered zest
I guide my love to kiss me
And tell him to close his eyes
I take him on a chocolate journey
Where he finds, he'll be surprised
Our chocolate adventures over
To the shower we go again
When we head back to our bedroom
We start again with chilled champagne
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Categories:
manliness, anniversary, love, passioneaster, chocolate,
Form:
Quatrain
Void of you
My life is like a wind
Drifting to nowhere
Tossed and turned
By the ragging nature
Your kisses hunted me down
Capsizing and ceaselessly
Plowing my innermost
Drilling my manliness
Void of you,
My life is separated by miles of realities
Stay with me, my dreamer
Written by Awoh Kingsley
Dedicated to Adeola Adenekan
November, 2nd , 2012
Categories:
manliness, love, life,
Form:
Classicism
WISDOM WAS FOUND
The day moves me into this ultimate search
Of the principality that Lords over life
And rules over Kings, nobles, aged and Princes
As my desire yearns for that which is profitable to direct.
Steadfastly aiming to avoid the natural consequences
Invited by my wrong actions and life's fitful fall,
I grope for the path of the higher realm,
Then realise that even the word of God
Is searched and tried in the furnace of fire 7 times.
I surrender my eyes to her rebuke
And embark further into the land of the greats
Even the discouraging and slothful wind
Couldn't strangle my lamp
Amidst intimidating and daring storms
Where men's soul stagger not
But swaggers into celestial hall of fame,
Owing to grace, persistence and doggedness.
If only I find her, discretion will preserve me
From the perversity of the diabolic whose path is crooked,
I thought of the rags of time,
How I had stalled in movements in life's race
Where I was born to take the lead;
My heart cried for an ornament of grace.
Who shall then buy me one?
Still I hear no answer but one from me
Then I sell all that's within me just for her bosom.
Even my manliness and ego holds me not.
Who can withhold himself from speaking?
For real you have instructed many,
You have strengthened weak hands,
Your words have upheld him who was stumbling
And have strengthened the feeble frigid knees.
By the blast of God you were let loosed
And all your enemies are subdued and fade away.
God understands her way - ask Him 'how'?
And He knows her place - find it now!
For He looks to the ends of the earth,
And sees under the whole heavens,
To establish a weight for the wind,
And apportion the waters by measure
When a law was made for the rain
And a path for the thunderbolt,
Then He saw Wisdom and declared it;
Prepared it, indeed, He searched it out.
To men He said, "the fear of the Lord is wisdom
And to depart from evil is understanding."
Written by: Vick Manuel (VickWizzy)
Copyright© 2013.
Reference: New King James version (NKJV), Thomas Nelson [1978], copyright 1982, Job 28v23,28; pg301.
Categories:
manliness, 2nd grade, bible, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Courting days are long over now
men, well, what does define a man?
Certainly, it is not merely physical?
yet one would expect manliness to
involve some sort of strength?
Does a man let a woman cry?
Does a man make a woman cry?
Honey DO this! Honey move-do that!
The theater is mostly empty now,
no sedans emptying bushel loads of kids,
no popcorn flying through Saturday afternoon’s air.
The kids are reigned in plopped in front of laptops,
too elastically rubber-kneed to walk more than
from the bed to the chair.
I mean the lounge chair, where
they slouch in perpetuity.
A decade or two of days to reframe
two generations of total couch potatoes.
They sit glued to their IPhone, IPods, Kindle’s
not writing, not composing but gaming.
It’s enough to make a mother cry, daily.
Fathers rush down packed highways,
single sardines in smaller and smaller cans,
toward their own desktop comps.
Carpal tunnel runs rampant over the populous.
Emptying box, after box of environmentally correct
reused paper tissues and green nappies into landfills,
online they bet on the daily double.
Categories:
manliness, change,
Form:
Free verse
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 28
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’ 28
How the destruction would ever be,
Compensated by construction,
And how the loss of entire creation,
Would be restored to its origin.
Sensuously generated consciousness,
Is keeping everyone, active,
Keeping it it's mighty womb,
The unique power of Almighty.
Under the umbrella of attachment,
Love and delusion flourish, O Lord,
They acts in the life of man,
As the God's protector of manliness.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 21st May 2012
To continue…..
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.
Categories:
manliness, inspirational, hindi,
Form:
Epic
Kiss, kiss, kiss
My mind is all black out
and sensual creativity, beyond me in expressions
Kiss, kiss, kiss
I’m beginning to share your Life’s breath
crafting into you like the latest design
of a trending model
kiss, kiss, kiss
your delicate nature
which pricks the depth of my softness
spreads in the columns of my senses
making it so difficult to resist
Kiss, kiss, kiss
The world figuratively describes love
in a perspective of a soft and succulent Apple
refreshing with every bite
Kiss, kiss, kiss
but you came into my life
presenting it like green grapes
mixed with ripe passion fruits
supplemented with strawberries
and completed with the extracted juices of pineapples
Kiss, kiss, kiss
Leaving your presence
is immediately washing an hour’s make up
with a quick unnecessary bath
Kiss, kiss, kiss
Your companionship, a sweetener
to the soft drinks of what is to come for us
my pride, my conquest, my ego, my strength
and all the alarms of my manliness
you've put in complete silence
for this reason, I submit myself to you forever
translating all dreams into real passions
taking the eternal drive and fueling it with lots of
kisses..... kisses..... kisses
Categories:
manliness, emotions, love, lust, romance,
Form:
Romanticism
Your body smiles at me
so let me reciprocate the inviting gesture
with the natural gifts of arousing pleasures
well presented in erotic packages.
My curiosity is unfairly punished
by your hypocritical skimpy skirt
flashing the flesh so systematically and hiding them again
in a glamorous tease.
Your semi-circularly exposed glands
canopies me into a hypnotic boomerang system
where I create a mood of ecstasy in you
and at the same time, covet its blessed beam of radiant sweetness.
Let’s play naughty my dear and act so crazy sweetheart
with gentleness and manliness, I’ll navigate your front side
and then take care of your behind with wittiness and craftiness
My hands just want to go under
squeezing your outside, rubbing your inside;
touching all softness and ‘tongue-ing’ all openings
tearing off your covering and creaming your exposed holy Grail
with my saliva, from head to toe
wrapped in your wholeness, skin to skin
and preserved in the mid-temperatures of our slickly contacts.
We’ll be a fitted match
same measured length, horizontally well placed
burst for burst, groin for groin; lips for lips, breath for breath
eating each other up and yet dangerously unsatisfying
not letting go until even our souls are sored
with this affectionate tempo.
Our constantly bending limbs
will equal all hovering and meandering
and with every of your holes, so greased
ready for my artistic play and penetration
we stay captive to each other’s sexual outpour
and gain much enjoyment
in the irony of our butter-lotioned crys.
Categories:
manliness, adventure, love, lust, romance,
Form:
Romanticism
Her hesitant lips, longing for her man
unattainable she seems, as she mounds
longing for his toasted embers
sweat heats, hurts her vision and her skin
lust comes in after flow, of his manliness
his hand hardest seasons of witnessing
behind her soft luscious lips, shes ready
outstretched arms hurting, sweat dripping between her eyes
in her garden above the throne, she bows her head in love
in awe of her angel man....
Brooke Dylan 2014
Categories:
manliness, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Entering a new phase of life full of standing ovation
can be disrupted by the polarized effect of growth.
Innocence is pressed by social hypocrisy
to expose a young heart to adult conspiracies.
It’s tough to be in between the balance of morality and biology;
prematurity may be a reasonable excuse
but defending that little wisdom with clever restrictions
is a vital and compensatory need.
The right hand punches away corrupt company
but the left never lets go their naughty flare.
Growing wants then begin to misplace events and reasons
as a night club is for instance turned to a place for sight-seeing.
Carefulness is lost and internal scrutiny easily carried away.
A wrong predator then wins that precious attention’s mandate;
lies come with charismatic fun to leave total believe with no option.
Breaking a three days dry fast with mushroom and vodka, one brags,
such false manliness is captured and quickly admired.
Spending a night with a man in an isolated room
with the only expectation of playing chess;
not considering he is well blooded and physically functional,
enacting the precept of “can see, may touch but can’t taste”
is a time bomb set to explode in a matter of seconds.
Bending standards in conformity to peer-pressure,
copying the trend but doing it in a different fashion.
Act may be temporarily bound but the mind is already full blown;
interest is lured for a protracted time
just for corruption to cajole and make a deal.
Attention settles it for manifestation to take over,
drug, violence and sex once poked through accessible media
are fully accepted by the wishes of germinating drives.
Boundaries are what attract check points
when they’re non-existent, naivety is promoted
and no matter the made rules, foolishness most often wins
to craft out experience,
covered with the unattractive curtains of deadly mistakes.
Categories:
manliness, character, conflict, confusion, growing
Form:
Epic
Contest entry
I know that I… will not find love again.
Through twilight eyes …I long to feel you once again
‘Emmanuel’ the breeze, whispers to me your name
The love I lost … no more a burning flame.
We had a once in a lifetime ….. love affair
No love was ere like this …. no… no love I swear
Now you are gone… I am barren all alone
To never dance more … or hear your lover’s moan
We glided… across the floor … in each other arms so close so tight,
I never thought the dance would end or the dawn would break on that…. endless magical love .. that dream and star filled night.
No more to hold you … my arms are empty n’ere to kiss your lips,
to feel… your manliness …your head …on my shoulder… to feel as one… and feel the hopes or our dreams that were then still insight.
She stepped between us… an ephemeral form one turn took…… all from me.
It was as though our love was ne - ver meant to be
Emmanuel I sit here … with the ghost of you
And in my loneliness … I see what I must do.
7/12/2013 GG
Categories:
manliness, song,
Form:
Lyric
They dislike their manliness and hide their
gender under women's flashy clothes...
who are they?
Categories:
manliness, men, sick,
Form:
Quatorzain
In days of old when men were bold
And they didn’t use moisturiser....
They shaved with a sword,
slapped whisky on their chin
And didn’t use aftershave in an atomiser
The scraped the dirt off with a shell, they reeked a good manly smell
They combed their hair with the jaw bone of an ass...
Not now oh no, their hairdryer is so big
You need a drying license to use it
there’s even an exam you have to pass
They broke their nails with hard work
A beer or two they do not shirk
But now it’s a wine bar and a manicure...
Oh where are the days when a man was a man
And not a female male that’s for sure
We woman must share the blame
We wanted equality
But then we took it too far...
Now we’re down the pub while they cook the tea
And we are the ones having a jar
There was nothing as nice as a man opening the door
To let a lady walk though
Not today’s man we find,
we have to stand behind
And open and hold the door for them to pass too...
When men were the ones we looked to for help
They always came through for us girls
No now I’m afraid,
they are busy at home
Baking cup cakes and tying ribbons for little girls...
In days of old when me were bold
And didn’t use a consealer
Proud to show off their scars
And not refuse a date,
To use their face mask and their skin peeler...
Girls we must shoulder some of the responsibility
We wanted to be more equal to our men
Now we get the tattoos,
Drink pints and pints of booze
Wear jack boots, party till dawn and even then...
Bring me back a real man,
I’ll do all that I can
To keep him happy in his manliness...
I’ll work at it hard and teach him well
Even if I have to I’ll pick out his dress…
© ~GG~ 28/12/2012
Please do not be upset all you men out there I was cleaning my bathroom, I have to grown sons and a husband. I was moving all the products while I cleaned the shelves and out of 15 different bottles and potions I found three were mine and one of those was my toothbrush. I borrowed my son’s hairdryer to dry some moister because I wanted to re-grout behind the sink. I had to ask him how to use it because it was digital…………….dah xx
Categories:
manliness, funny, men, old, me,
Form:
Limerick
Dear god, she prays, an unfamiliar sensation,
The words tripping clumsily off her tongue:
Dear God, I know I don’t talk to you as often as I should
And I know I sin like it’s going out of style,
But please,
Please, with icing sugar and bourbon on top,
Please don’t take this gift away –
Please don’t renege on this cushy deal,
This transcendental understanding that lies
Between your lofty lap and my roman nose;
Please don’t take my lover away…
This divine effigy of manliness and destructive beauty,
Please let him stay with me, as mine,
At least for a few years more;
Don’t smite him with your bolts from the blue,
Or slip him a tender dose of death in the witching hour;
Please don’t infect me with some outrageous affliction,
To drive him from my side
And please, oh please, don’t corrupt the fragile love that blooms,
Tenuous and oh so sacred, inside the walls of his generous heart
For it is this love that nourishes,
That sustains and rebuilds and redeems this, my condemned soul
He is all that stands between me and the gallows of hell
Without him I should be lost, cut adrift on a high tide
Of my own masochistic machinations
And, weeping, wailing, I would slowly drown,
My lungs filling with the residue of my broken heart
And the filth of nineteen years of dogged sadomasochism
Until, with a last lachrymose sigh, I would slip beneath the waters
Never to see him again, my fallen angel, my ashen deity,
My testament to true love…
Never to kiss his heaven-sent lips…or stroke his feather-down hair
Or spend another blissful night,
Tucked safe inside his arms…
Categories:
manliness, devotion, faith, loveheart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Volition, orientation familiarization aahing
and oohing within restrictive paradigm molding
inviolable honorable gentility -
flagrantly, desirously, clearly boyz abandoning
willfully skirting, panting (heavily)
forfeiting abominably, (no Joe King) abiding
chomping at bit, damning delineated, or obscure
parameters, between one acceding
Earthlinked selfish living
psychosexual pining human bing,
and another ardently avowedly ambitious
altruistic agent provocateur (lol)
at first blush hinting Moulin Rouge adulation
under dim (witted) lighting accenting
individual randy salient
traits savoring tête-à-tête
tasty hors d'oeuvres accentuating
nuances highlighting flirtatious countenance
initially unconditionally stubbornly accepting
dire hormonal straits
as prickly fledgling acquaintanceship
quivers, negotiates, kickstarts abolishing
inchoate biochemical protracted coupling
conveniently interpreting accessing
breeching, catapulting Dickensian estuary,
non verbal communication nsync abridging
painstakingly erecting complex edifice
suavely, urbanely, wittily accessorising
tried and truevalue tricks acclaiming
debonair heroic manliness princely
qualities dutifully dominate directing
demure damsel in distress absconding
convincing, foreplaying, jimmying,
rollicking readily acclimatizing
challenges thrust up gracefully parlaying
most savvy serious similarly sophisticated
totally tubular testosterone tactics
versatile repartee accomplishing
dynamics cultivating atavistic romantic ballet
on duh poe whit tick abutting
metaphorical foot accoutering
trappings adorned since mythological
Adam and Eve accrediting
latter, sans virile unavoidable temptation
savoir faire verboten fruit, accelerating
action whereby unsuspecting, slithering,
lurking serpent teen accounting
rattle unheard by apse cent church fathers
subsequently excoriating, condemning, accusing,
nonetheless indomitable transcendence achieving
pinnacle of prostrate poignancy
inexpressible ecstasy acquiescing
nonpareil acquisition adulation activating
ascendence assaying administering
amorousness activating. aching.
Categories:
manliness, friendship, hyperbole, joy, love,
Form:
Free verse
I'm a manly man babe.
Come drink some holy Gatorade.
Humps on my camel remind me of all the funs.
I've had in the sun with your hambergur buns.
Buns buns buns and manly manly men.
Is it just a b00ty call,
when you ask me to go to the mall?
Don't steal those rubbers,
you don't need them in the bathroom.
Shrek is love and
Shrek is life.
If you don't appreciate me for who I am,
go drink coffee.
Let me tie you to the bed,
and dance on your head.
Love me,
because I am the ode to Manliness.
Categories:
manliness, i love you, romance,
Form:
ABC