Best Mike Tyson Poems


I Feel Like Mike Tyson

Once the smoke clears I'll overcome the burns
The grass isn't always greener, the sky is sometimes grey and dark instead of blue
Sometimes you need to take a step back to really see what's ahead of you
I feel like Mike Tyson on fight night because I'm ready to take on the world 

I've had the world on my shoulders for a while and it's been heavy 
But I've got my boxing gloves on now and I'm ready 
I'm getting back up and battling back 
Everyone gets knocked down, but warriors and champions always find a way to last

Every mistake is a lesson don't disregard the signs
I believe love is real, just hard to find 
Or maybe we're so blinded by past pains we refuse to admit we see it
I can't be the person who gives up on a jigsaw, I'll find the missing pieces 

Depression is real, but the thoughts it makes you feel shouldn't be 
I'll win this fight even if it means I have to get blood on me
I won't lie the fight with Depression is the toughest battle I've been in
I'd rather stand alone and have to go against ten men

I'm still scarred by some of the thoughts it put into my head 
I attacked depression with a knife once, but it was me who bled
I think about things that make me smile when it tries to take me to scary places 
I have to find some inner strength on the days where I can barely face it 

I used to say sorry, but never again will I apologise for being emotional or saying how I feel
I'll let my scars bleed until I find a way to heal
I've grown because of all the stepping stones that I stood on
Depression doesn't stand a chance now I've put my boxing gloves on
© Alex Duffy  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Mike Tyson

Controversial boxing legend with a distinctive lisp, "Iron Mike" Tyson.
 The sheer impact of his punch? Probably like being rammed by a Bison.
   
  Ex-convict/former bad boy; paid his debt to society without exemption.
   Came out of prison, got boxing license back, took road to redemption.


Date written: 06/03/2023

Tribute>iron Mike Tyson

he grew up in the city of hard knocks

running wild avoiding dirty cops

BROOKLYN is his home and the ghetto is where he roamed

from a child he always was a fighter 

only when he got older did he become a biter

he got into trouble so many times

finally he got locked up for his crimes

he started boxing to relieve his stress

eventually becoming one of the best

his relationship with robyn was touch and go

could of been a reality show

he was abusive and hit her alot

she finally called the cops and he got caught

that wasnt the end he went through more

committing a rape behind closed doors

he did his time and was released

came home a natural born beast

through the years he tattooed the left side of his face

marking his territory and showing his place

he was granted permission to box out the country

that was when it hasppened on live t.v

he had some kids in between his bids

went from rich to poor thats what he did

today i heard the saddest news 

his four year old daughter is on life support

we are no judge in a high ranking court

let him be in peace cause life is short

BEST WISHES AND PRAYERS TO YOU "IRON MIKE TYSON"


Premium Member Mike Tyson

I watched Mike Tyson fight
At 58 was no delight sight
But respect to him 
For going to the gym
I guess the money was right

The Baddest Man On the Planet

On a Hot Day at the end of June in 1966, A young Father and Mother Gave Birth to a Beautiful Bouncing Baby Boy.



The Young Boy would have to Grow Quickly, for The Streets of Brooklyn is No Joke.

The Boys on the Corner would teach you to Steal, Curse and Earn your Keep.



In The Brownsville of that Era children learnt quickly how to Merely survive.

'Kid Dynamite' was the Talk of the Town, Knockin' them on their Backs All Day Long.

Though Juve' is where you Would Earn Your Stripes.




In and Out of the System is No College or University to Properly Develop a Young Mind, but those are the Cards You were Dealt.



Though The System was Hard, while there you Met Bobby Stewart, who Introduced you to Cus' D'Amato, and Your Life Would Never Be The Same.


Under Cus' Wing You Learned the Art of Boxing, and to Become a Man.



Though They Called you 'Iron Mike', Your Heart always seemed tender, helping Opponents off of the Canvas or Mat.


The Numbers Will Forever Tell Part of Your Legacy, 50 Wins, 44 KO's, 6 Losses, and 2 No Contests.


For You are One of the Greatest of Any Error, Perhaps Second Only to Ali.


Your Life is Still Young, You Have Given Soooooooo Much.

I Just Wanted to Say Thank You.






Sincerely 


One of Your Many Fans Around the World.


Author Paul. A. Cumberbatch (July 26th, 2020)

Mike Tyson

Every rhyme I write hits harder than a punch from Mike Tyson
If depression kills me, then just know I'll die fighting
Even if I have a weak moment and spend the night crying
I'll come back out fighting like I'm Mike Tyson

Depression was supposed to beat me easily, but its now a lion fight
Little did depression know, it was going toe to toe with the new Iron Mike
We battle daily, fists flying at night
Made my own bed, which I'm currently lying inside

I've got wounds and scars, there's been blood spilled
Kicked while I was down and dragged through mud fields
Been heartbroken and hurt, love kills
So now every night I'm in the club meeting new girls for a good thrill 

I'm a good man with some bad traits
Trying my best to overcome my past ways
Anyone who goes against me is living their last days
Anyone who bets against me, must love giving their cash away

I've got back up from every punch depression strikes
For every mistake I make, a new lesson arrives
My inner strength can't be matched
I'm Mike Tyson when I knock my obstacles down on the mat

Every rhyme I write hits harder than a punch from Mike Tyson
If depression kills me, then just know I'll die fighting
Even if I have a weak moment and spend the night crying
I'll bounce back, because I'm the new Mike Tyson
© Alex Duffy  Create an image from this poem.


The Birdman a Salute To Iron Mike Tyson

outside his window they hover over

through gallows of granduer to endure

 

great wisdom comes from above given to him

through temples of fire long lines alone

 

Tyson was used to providing

learn to take each new day in perspective

 

never let them leave you second guessing

I must clearly confess

 

The birdman was a dreamer

a no it all talker falling apart at the seams

 

a closet king in a world so very mean

destined for soaring heights tonight in flight

 

there was a lesson to be learned

the birdman goes for a watch

 

chooses it’s greatest need watch as some may bleed

out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance

 

super sized surprise through it’s twisted lines

look deep within my friend

 

columns of piers we shed a single tear

for all to draw ever nearer

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