Best Weakling Poems
He was a big man
a gigantic tall man
a large imposing brute of a man
a do whatever he wants to do man
He was a
I can do anything man
a you better get out of my way man
a stand up walk shake the ground man
a ready for battle boisterous man
a several severed heads on sticks man
Then one day he faced
a somewhat small man
a not very tall man
a gentle weak looking shepherd man
But this was a special man
an I’m with God I can do anything man
Still Goliath was a mocking man
laughing at the small stone twirling boy man
Unimpressed with that steady on shaking ground man
That not backing down weakling loinclothed man
One big one small
oddly paired historic men
Destined born to come together men
Who changed the course of history men
Story recounted retold from back then
Scribed by Scholars with paper and pen
Rock against sword one bigger by ten
David stood with God his nation to defend
on simple armor he didn’t depend
With odds against him one hundred times ten
In the end it was Goliath that would never stand again!
Categories:
weakling, courage,
Form:
...And those who scream,”No gun! No knife!
Not even if to defend my life!”
Care they so little for being human
that they won’t even stand up to defend
the greatest gift bestowed by this universe?
It strikes me as incredibly perverse.
The whole of you, every thought and care,
uour hopes, your heart, your soul, your flair,
the big and small things that define us
these folks would throw it allunder the bus.
Thinking that it’s some kind of moral high
to just stand there and let themselves die…
It’s nonsense, sophistry, it's vile rot!
You’ve a duty to protect what you’ve got,
To say that your life is worth everything,
That you’re sovereign and strong, no mere weakling,
That your time here is worth any price,
and all who’d take it had better think twice,
By your own hand they may meet their end,
you will not be taken from family and friends.
And those who would not make this hard choice,
Do they really value this life they’ve enjoyed
if they are not willing, when the hour’s late,
to save themselves from murderous hate?
So if they’re not crazy, or criminal scum,
I believe that an adult has to own a gun.
Don’t forget your children, your husband, your wife,
the things that a person values beyond life.
Have you not a duty to protect all of them?
How will you do that if you have no defense?
You can call the police and hope they arrive,
but it only takes moments for someone to die.
If we really love them, do we have to right
to pretend that true evil will never drop by?
If we are their parents, the protectors of youth,
should we not be ready for what we must do?
If they drag away your daughter with carnal intent
will you still feel ‘beyond’ the Second Amendment?
I don’t think you will, I think all the P.C.
will crumble as you fall down to your knees,
gnashing teeth and wailing at what you have lost,
knowing that failure bears such a great cost.
It’s all on our shoulders in this veil of tears,
we’re the first line against adult fears,
we carry the burden of our life and theirs,
we stare into darkness and try not scare.
So if they’re not crazy, or criminal scum,
I believe every adult should own a gun.
Categories:
weakling, courage, fear, how i
Form:
Rhyme
I detest cowards who cower at night's darkness,
afraid of shadows and their own demons.
Fear is a thief that steals courage
and leaves only cowardice in its wake.
Be a warrior, not a weakling.
Face your fears,
and let the darkness fuel your lights fire.
Weakness is not an option.
Categories:
weakling, courage,
Form:
Free verse
The duality of a man?
the inner beast of the outer man,
aeons ago were quite unplanned,
the spirit surfer entered a beast,
took control and enjoyed the feast,
when it killed some beast of prey,
many friends of the surfer type,
enraptured with their planet flights ,
by thought they travelled through,
in an instant they were due,
on Mars they'd spend a night,
doing things that spirits do,
taking over bodies, right,
spring into a body a Mastadon ,
to hump a female or fight was wrong?
To alter the path of the beast they drew,
Alligator or Kangaroo,
possession, was too strong?
On Earth they entered many beasts,
some with feathers, with tails, 4 feet,
stayed till it died at least,
and changed it's evelution,
though alters matter see it change,
the picture in you brain arrange,
the power of thought,
escapes the few,
old ways were, of this they knew,
creation this was brought,
a doubt will get you ought,
the narrow minded too,:}
the animal host has the instinct to kill,
anger bypasses, the spirit chilled,
blood and guts sumarrily spilled,
beast reflex is in action,
no spirit satisfaction,
this horror it aint willed,
the duality of a man?
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77BDitquiZU
Read Edgar Cayce on the origins of man…
Possibly it explains why man is a predator, a murderer.
Given his animal body inhabitedv by a dubious controller spirit form,
Which is stronger during anger or passion, spirit or beast???
Re: The Spirit Animal combination.
The predator animal some humans descend from in the body type will kill in passion or anger or for fun?
The spirit in the body tries to stop this happening as it the spirit knows it will have to return to a lower worse level in little Hell Earth, to suffer for the spirit weakness in controlling the animal lust in the adopted beast, man. So the strong moral spirit subjugates the
normal tempered beast with some difficulty, but the caged beast waits to pounce on its prey.
Hence a possible murderer waits his chance to overpower the weakling spirit, to do his instinct thing of the animal world quite naturally?
Don Johnson
Categories:
weakling, adventure, planet,
Form:
Ballade
A burger with fries are fit for a king
But it's not gonna lose weight you big ding a-ling
For a slimmer bod
Give a negative nod
To junk food and wind up a 98 pound weakling
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
weakling, fun,
Form:
Limerick
I am no revolutionary
For mine is not an ideal
A noble statement
I ain’t gonna give a speech
No riling up crowds, riots
This ain’t no cause
No movement for you to join
All that it is
A cry to the heavens
I am a man tired
Tired of all this
This pain, this agony
An agony so debilitating
This ain’t no call to arms
For a weakling that I am
I would be swatted like a fly
Nay. I ain’t no rabble-rouser
All that I am
A man in pain
I do not seek death
Martyrdom ain’t my thing
Only rest is on my mind
Respite from this life
This gloomy darkness
Rancid, unenticing
An opiate do I seek
A release, cathartic
Mine ain’t a war cry
A call to arms
All that it is
A plea for compassion
I am a man born
Bearing a burden, the future
Their hope for redemption
The herald
A dawn long awaited.
I am a man born to sufferance
Toiling, grafting
My destiny, lost in time
The guilt dragging me down
Futility, my staple diet
Yet I can’t be a Luther King
All that I am
A man weary
Voiceless we were, far too long
Enduring, hoping
Toiling to turn the tides
We been understanding, docile
Willing for a flicker, a spark
Patient, wishing
But now we tire
There is no life for the lambs
Only slaughter and darkness
Destiny is reinvented
A cold hard truth,
Silence is for fools
This ain’t idealism
All that it is
A grim realization
I am no revolutionary
Yet I need a revolution
A movement, a cause
I am no martyr
But one way or the other
Death comes to us all
This ain’t a war cry
Yet a multitude will rise
A cause taken up
In unison we will cry out
A desperate people
Crawling out of bondage
Light at the end of the tunnel
This ain’t an ideal
Debated ad-infinitum
All that it is
A Cry for freedom.
Categories:
weakling, destiny, slavery,
Form:
Dear Sir, what am I to do
to defend myself for trusting you
it hurts me to feel so betrayed
by someone i elected on election day
You were given everything you needed
and you squandered it all finally defeated
we begged and pleaded and you promised us change
but some how you only maanaged to get a bad name
perhaps you don't know the damage you've done
fighting important battles, having not won
you have failed your for fathers
Fredrick Douglas, Martin Luther King, George Washington. John F. Kennedy
when as a President you imitated a weakling
and you wonder why your base was leaving
could it be, they felt stabbed in the back
it's because you retreat in the face of attach
many things we fought for
and hoped you that you'd make a stand
monuments of your failures
you played right into their hands
and i ,so ashamed almost to the point of tears
because i prayed that these would be better years
i don't care if you run again or not
i won't vote for you, for the treatment we got
why this letter so promptly today
because our government is being given away
how rich will they make you i have'nt a clue
but one things for sure, i'm through with you
Categories:
weakling, angst
Form:
Pastoral
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown,
The bridled tongue will keep the fire bound.
A dose of bromide helps the words go down.
Exalting paupers with a golden crown.
Creating hero’s with exalted sound.
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown.
If our words of truth would be met with frown,
Would we eulogize and then chest proud pound?
“A dose of bromide helps the words go down.”
Embellished sackcloth still an ugly gown.
Vapid faces prefer the truth go round.
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown.
If only flattery we dare be shown,
Could weakling hearts bear the weight of truth found?
A dose of bromide helps the words go down.
When counsel concealed from one who is lown,
For what good cause could such ones be renowned?
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown?
A dose of bromide helps the words go down?
Categories:
weakling, truth,
Form:
Villanelle
SHE IS MY WEAKNESS
When I see her my heart skips
When she touches me my pulse dips
She looks so cool hut I bet she's hot
Ask me how I know this
Wait till she looks at you
If you don't melt, then I must be a weakling
She got me got me confused
When she gave me a lap dance
My mind got lost
But really that was the start of my lust
I've got plan to return
Leave me lost in her list
Thought of her kiss get me jerking in btwn
You won't know till you have one
But sorry, I'll kill you if you dare think of it
Don't blame me when I lose my senses
You can keep your legs standing at her holding you
I tremble when she draws me closer
I wonder what closes my eyes when she soaks me in her mouth
I lose control when she ravishes me with her tongue
The moment she scrub my hair with her fingers
That's the point I exist no more
Just a bit stronger than a worm
She's my strength makes makes me go on
She is my hope making me think of another day
She's my subject cos she worships me
Above all, she's my weakness
Cos she takes away my breath every moment.
Shout out to my Sweet One
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
Categories:
weakling, addiction, dedication, feelings, fun,
Form:
ABC
What does it take to drain a swamp?
A weakling or someone with strength and pomp?
How deep in the mire must this one go
To effect a change from the muck we know?
To drain a swamp, takes grit and a STOMP!
Categories:
weakling, corruption, courage, destiny, leadership,
Form:
Limerick
Gentle mists from a smattering of clouds
Struggling to make their way to the ground
The sun is having its way far, far above
Sending rays of shimmering searing down,
Turning the droplets into a rising steam.
Darker clouds gathering on the far horizon
Chant unbridled threats at the summer sky
Invite the weakling mists to make another try
Challenging the partly cloudy summery day,
But clearly western weather is coming our way.
Quickly the thunderheads make their move
Again empowering the tiny droplets of mist
A gusty cool wind gushes in from the north,
Chasing me inside with a sudden downpour.
The power is flickering, the lights gone off
Strong bursts of thunder are accompanied
With frightening streaks of lightning bolts,
And, just as quickly, the rain clouds move on
To dump their anger on another destination.
The lights come back on and the noises stop
As the sun comes out, and the humidity drops.
Written June 2, 2022
Categories:
weakling, rain, storm, summer,
Form:
Free verse
You got the wrong girl
I am not who you think I am
Some weakling that can be put aside
Protected
By some same weakling hands
I cannot be handled
the same way that you handled some others
You think I am weak
But you are weak yourself
Irritating
To say the least
Don't be like a don dapper
Total turn off
Quit your fakefullness
Leave your cheesiness
And be
Categories:
weakling, change, faith, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
When silence comes to surround you
and the past riles up to drown you.
Call upon your inner wealth
when you’ve become a shadow of yourself.
Find your way through the disguise
of all your own lies.
Separate the real
from all that you deal.
With baby steps face the wrong
and now the weakling is becoming strong.
Shaking off the cold
and the long winters hold.
Remember what was so real
and how cotton cozy that made you feel.
Don’t ever think it’s too late
to reclaim your God given fate.
Mercy and forgiveness play their role
as pain and sorrow take their toll.
What ever road that we must face
there is no one else who can take our place.
So as we ride the tide let us come clean not hide.....
our champion spirit that lives inside.
Categories:
weakling, visionary,
Form:
Didactic
Nothing more than a crutch is what the sceptics say,
A weakling, softy, Christian in Christ we must obey.
Have I got news for those who haven’t got a clue?
It’s sad to think they do not know, the word of God is true.
Apparently they’ve never heard the price some had to pay,
Apostle Paul and countless others were tortured every day.
They never found a crutch, or wanted out at any time,
But kept on trusting Jesus by faith, the only joy and
Peace one can ever find.
A crutch the last thing a real Christian would ever need,
Just a close relationship, not religion, daily on His word
We feed.
We are hard pressed, ridiculed, rejected on every side,
But eager to sacrifice everything, not to lean on a crutch
Believing God’s report, only in Him and Him only
We can abide.
Categories:
weakling, religionchristian, christian,
Form:
Let me at first
sight split in your
eyes
To see the look you
will wear on your
face.
Let me seize foods
and fruits from your
gullet
For three morning
and night
To see your mood in
this condition
Let me empty your
purse to water and
sands
To look up to your
disdain temper of
insatiable.
Let me pressurize
you under the sun
To see how vengeance
discomfort your
heart will beat
Let me knife you a
wound on your body
To witness your
impatient state.
Let me axed your
wound
To hear what your
mouth will
pronounce.
Will it upon these
tortures and
treatments
Withstand to
sonorously call her
name?
Or will it renounce
her name to a
worthless
measurement?
Endless is a love
that never resist
all odds;
Fall-out is a
weakling love
Which waits only in
all good accord.
Categories:
weakling, africa, childhood, courage, dedication,
Form:
Romanticism