Men Poems | Examples of Men Poetry

Love women for all they do. Do not kick them around like a used pair of shoes. Do not discard them when you are done with them, send them on a path of growth and goodness. Give them love and support and help them grow. Treat women with love and respect, and give them all your love and...

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A man's existence is a weighty mantle, worn with a strength that belies the toll. His heart: a labyrinth of calculations— a maze of endless thought, where love is the goal. His eyes, two lanterns burning bright with foam, reflect the turmoil, as his soul resides in a realm of selflessness, where sacrifice is the norm; a 100 percent selfless heart, that...

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He sits a shadow at the bar's dim light; a refuge from the storm that rages through his night. His eyes, like two wells—deep and dark with pain, reflect the turmoil that his heart can not contain. His wife—a nagging wind that howls and whines; a constant reminder of his troubles and declines— drives him to drink; to drown the din,...

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OLD MEN WALKING TO THE SEA OLD MEN WALKING TO THE SEA GOING DOWN HILL THREE BY THREE FOAMING MIST AND DISTANT THUNDER OCEANS DEEP AND FILLED WITH WONDER PASSING GATE AND ANCIENT TREE HEAR THE MORNING SEA BIRD SCREE LIVING LIFE BY SEASON'S CLOCK WALKING TO THE WOODEN DOCK FOGGY IS THE GRAYISH SKY LOOKING CHILLY TO THE EYE CLOSER NOW WE’LL SOON BE GONE FISHING...

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“Handmaid of Patriarchy” the garden rezoned Embattled virility misogyny cloned As Delilah revolts a new Samson on scene One half of the whole left to drown in the stream Each genders new quotient to minus the plus A He without Her — the destruction of us (Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025) ...

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Nowhere Man I haven’t rode a motorcycle since 2011. Riding through the trees was like heaven. The last thing on earth that's freedom. He doesn't need much. Just a few bucks. Ride on through with sunglasses. Just ride until your heart's content. Believe me, there's nothing like it. Freedom on a bike. A cool breeze outside. My shadow rides beside me. A lonely man on his bike...

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I talk to the trees and they listen to me I whisper sweet nothings they renew the air I breathe I talk to the trees tho' they don't respond beats speaking to myself in the back of beyond I talk to the trees tho' they never reply my words go unanswered don't ask them why I talk to the trees tho' they have little to say so the men...

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How could he honestly tell anyone Who would actually believe him A strong confident young man Smiling on the outside ….petrified within Excuses made for the obvious ones With casual jest and smiles Yet , it was so far from the truth By a million miles He absolutely adored her In the beginning…it was so good There had been a few incidents She apologised….of course...

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Monuments went up commemorating the end of World War II It wasn't so long ago in Europe, their scars still show ~ A long and vicious war with horrific consequences So much to rebuild but it was the dawn of a new day Surely mankind had learned its lessons...

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Once I ran, forgetting myself in rising excitement, after fireflies bearing tiny torches of light. Hunted after tree Dryads in the neighbouring woods, and summoned tooth fairies to do my homework. Innocence is what dissociates a child from an adult. ...

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Sage men and women the world around, many pearls of wisdom they have found (I guess I'm not so smart). "Love Jane, not Mary or Marie. Have faith in God to comfort thee. Learn forgiveness, your heart to free. Take as your friend, your enemy." Am I a "piece of work" or art? I cannot change my heart. ...

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Joe works the gas station, they still do full serve, tops you off with a big grin, if you wait your turn. Chats with all the tourists, shows them where to go, that’s why everyone in town calls him Fill’er-up Joe. Fill’er-up Joe, whoa, whoa, whoa, Fill’er-up Joe, don’t go slow, folks need gas, don’t you know, they’ll all come back for another go. Works the bar for night shifts, only one...

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Pick me the single garden weed Who wants to be a lovely flower If allowed to grow and be empowered By loves sweet lavender fragrance Inhale and be under its spell Pick me like the last little yellow hope For a miracle in a medical emergency The herbs and spices dicing denim dilemma Calming your blood pressure naturally...

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seeing the way the men around you act within the shadows then within the daylight smile and care within a holy “reasoning”- purely disgusts the soul. knowing that the men around you have been capable such sinful acts that rot the soul, as i gaze into their eyes it feels as if im searching through...

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The smell of fear is on the air But still i keep on marching... Side by side with my ally, I find courage to face what's ahead With shaking knees and fearful heart Ubruptly I stop! and bravely face the enemy What will happens next is on gods will Like a hurricane, they come with a roar Death is coming, violently.! I hold on to my...

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