Manhood Poems - Poems about Manhood

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MANHOOD V WOMANHOOD I use my favourite chat-up line as I join her at the bar, ”What’s a girl like you doing without a man like me?” She raises her eyes disdainfully, “That’s the worst I’ve heard by far.” And when I think about it, I really have to agree. Next, she questions my manhood. I tell her, “My...

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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-...

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What is to live in this life? What are the worldly pleasures? If they are enjoy; How does one enjoy without hardship ? Nothing pleases a man more than succeeding in life But nothing drives one to the edge, Like knowing he got no-one to lean on How do I put this ?? Lack money you loose friends Lack a loving wife...

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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....

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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,...

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Saying it, it is mouthful Coming together of things That were meant to come together It is a miracle Is this a destination or a beginning Both, yes it is Open your eyes Happiness starts within And ends with the one you love Experience is obtained through struggles And the formation of strength Wisdom starts with experience And the utilisation of knowledge Self care is developed by respecting...

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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?...

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Once upon a time, this obstinate beastie boy (i.e. yours truly, or none other than me) fought tooth and nail, (hence the reason I wear dentures) against maturation, and sought self starvation as modus operandi. Adept at balking, plus delaying, stunting and thwarting transitioning toward adulthood (mine spindle shank legs to show and tell as proof positive), yours truly fell short (and stymied physical growth regarding lame rascal with...

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Matthew Scott Harris deprived himself relishing, savoring, and tasting chromosomal biologic metamorphosis including wreaking havoc, nixing, and foregoing heterosexual interpersonal experiences, thus sparking woeful regret disallowing, disenabling, and not providing natural encoded healthy growth of body, mind, and spirit triage regarding fluke of universe i.e. me (since origin of aforementioned species) took center stage tentatively bivouacking upon globe. Much ado about nothing can be done measure for measure missing...

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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...

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They tell us from birth To be strong and responsible To be men ...

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Virility Imperiled Manhood Emasculated (mine) No sense of accomplishment prevails to date analogous to kudzu... inadequacy runs rampant recurring theme extant within poetic endeavors, and often discussed with assigned therapist (one among many girls named Stephanie Dodds) do GOOGLE search and see for yourself – similar curiosity got the better of me, whose christened name (Matthew Scott Harris), not unique to yours truly, a...

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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...

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