Good Men Poems | Examples
These Good Men poems are examples of Men poems about Good. These are the best examples of Men Good poems written by international poets.
You have your own apartment? So far, good.
You also own a yacht? That’s so much better!
No children and no ‘ex’s – understood?
Just follow my requirements to the letter.
You’re free of all encumbrances, like pets:
you mentioned stocks and shares in that last note:
this match-up looks as good as first-love gets:
So send a recent photo – of the boat.
EVIL IS THE ANGRY MAN
WHO CURSES ALL UPON THE LAND
WHO HURTS AS MANY AS HE CAN
AND BURIES THEM BELOW HE SAND
GREEDY IS THE WANTING MAN
WHO TAKES THE BOUNTY FROM THE LAND
WHO NEVER GIVES A HELPING HAND
AND HIDES HIS SIN BENEATH THE SAND
CAUTIOUS IS THE CAREFUL MAN
WHO WALKS SO LIGHTLY ON THE SAND
WHO NEVER TAKES A PUBLIC STAND
AND KEEPS HIS MONEY IN HIS HAND
HAPPY IS THE WALKING MAN
WHO SEES THE GOOD UPON THE LAND
WHO WARMS HIS HANDS IN SUNNY SAND
AND LIVES HIS LIFE TO HIS OWN PLAN
LOVING IS THE FAITHFUL MAN
WHO SPREADS HIS LOVE UPON THE LAND
WHO CAUSES WARMTH WITHIN THE SAND
WHO'S ALWAYS THERE TO BE ON HAND
SAINTLY IS THE GIVING MAN
WHO HELPS AS MANY AS HE CAN
WHO’S CAREFUL WITH THE FRAGILE LAND
AND HEALS THE SICK WITH HIS GOOD HAND
ETERNAL IS THE PERFECT MAN
WHO SAVES THE SOULS IN ALL THE LAND
WHO SPREADS HIS TRUTH UPON THE SAND
AND KEEPS MANKIND WITHIN HIS HAND
Please don't take offense when we don't pay you any mind
Not all the time are we expecting to be wined and dined
Yes we are aware that we look good and very proud of ourselves
We don't always need attention and compliments from someone else
You say to us "ladies first" but it seems to be the new pick up line
It's either that, an angel fell from heaven or wanting to know our sign
How do you know we're not a woman scorned from past pain
Maybe we're not sure you're a dead beat looking for material gain
Most of the time you're not looking for any serious commitments
A one night stand is the reason you're requesting our seven digits
We know these things about you and refused to be played a fool
Yes we vary in size and shapes but it doesn't make us useless tools
Don't get me wrong we could all use a gentleman or a Mr. Right
But, Dear Men, you're not always a necessity to our lives
“The Darkness Can Be Shattered”
by Positive Mark
My Father died, mid-argument.
An email never opened.
I hear him sometimes in the night, when I’m vomiting and groping.
Maybe the next rhyme will immediately restore hope, and
the darkness can be shattered by the ember I’ve been stoking.
This is a matrix, a puzzle with high stakes.
Where twenty of wood has you feeling so good that you cuddle with rattling snakes.
You’re numb with olfactory flakes.
Wake up with your face in her cakes.
A twenty year stretch, where you stick out your neck, as if life has but so many takes.
So tell me what’s real when you swallow that pill.
You came with a nine. Who you fixin’ to kill?
I hate to come off like my name’s Jimi Hendrix, but this is my hundred. I’m ‘bout to go spend it.
I’m taking this dame out to dinner and sports, while you sit in the dark, sucking down them Newports.
And you’re thinking of popping a round in your head?
I hate break this to you Homie.
You’re already dead,
like my Father.
ghost settles a maverick mood that thrills the riddler’s demeanor
Men also cry
To all my beautiful women world wide
Am relating with you all now
Please listen to this call of mine
Do you know men also cry
Yes we also bleed
Why because men carry love at heart
Yes we are always protective
This is part of our nature
So I plead to you beautiful women world wide
Please respect a struggling man
Support a brother to grow with you
We need you women in our life
We love to protect and care for our women
We have great respect for our mothers
We can’t push ahead with out the support of you women
So hear me out my beautiful sisters and women world wide
Love respect men
In this way life will be better for the future of the next generation
Stop the violence on men my dear women of virtue
I tell you all no lie
Men also cry
To all the good women world wide
Supporting their men God bless you
I love you all
To all the women egotistic and disrespectful to men for nothing or for their selfish reasons
Once more i tell you no lie again
Men also cry
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder Poetry Contest
Crystol Woods
Her man friend, grey, over the hill, and older
He's cheesy, conning, plain, and a freeloader
She's in her twenties and smart
Her friends ask why this old fart
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Her friends are so puzzled and think something smells
They even ask what happened to her brain cells
Break wind and smell the roses
Please don't take his proposes
She followed her own heart and the wedding bells
For someone else's trash is another’s treasure
Who are we to point and object, and measure
Maybe her man has a good side
And she's in it for a short ride
She's free to do what strikes her whim and leisure
What are riches but silver and gold
yet silver and gold can go away
What is wealth but good health
that can vanish in a trice
What greater treasure is there than a happy, loving family
before Disputes, Divorce and Death exact their inevitable toll...
Woe to the man who puts his trust in this world
A fortune has he who serves the Lord ~ eternally happy
'tis the machine age
when we wise, be deemed machines
until three machines
read our stuff, agree, and say
sorry, you ain't no machine
***Caveat lector: This piece may very well "ruffle" a few feathers, and I'm sorry about that, guys.***
The female realm has a mysterious equality
Where women share an odd intimacy
Concerning home, and children, and men.
Somehow they seem to know
That what they do is worthwhile
And makes all the difference to everyone.
Whereas men, thinking themselves
The calm center of everything,
Set about the business
Of quietly and confidently
Sorting right from wrong,
And good from bad,
With a cheerful, but naïve,
Masculine conviction that what they do
Is somehow worth the effort
And will make, in the end,
The slightest bit of difference to anyone.
End the death of the unborn, and protect them from receiving any harm.
Made by choice and killed by force.
We should all remember that we were once in that spot.
Love and kindness should be given to the unborn until they are born.
No harm or death should be given to someone who has never even been given the chance to live.
Stop teaching death to the unborn, declare them a gift from God.
Made in care with love and spirit, let them grow freely without any harm.
At the pubs across the Ireland nights
It's a clover field under the lights
Irish men love to pluck
Stray petals with good luck
They like the pink clovers in their sights
Remember, Man
That nothing you have is yours
In the end, you are only left
With memories, love, smiles
Beautiful moments and good deeds
Remember everything
Lay up treasures in your soul
Not in your hands.
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I glorify men
Placing them high on a pedestal
Where my father fell short
The bar is in hell
And the bare minimum are the crumbs I live off
Satiated from nothing and empty promises
An illusion of fullness
As I see myself in half
As I saw myself in half
As I stand here with a void desperate to be filled
Take me served up on a silver platter
Ill intentions disguised as good deeds
And deflection paired with belittlement right on time
The light within me dims when I’m faced with their conditioning
And the fire is lit
Am I being gaslit?
I hook my claws onto potential
As my reflection bounces back at me
Disguised as I swim in the delusion of what they’re telling me
Words so loud and action rarely found
I abandon myself at the sight of basic decency
When life trips you, knocking you to the ground,
There’s plenty of envy, and bitterness to be found.
But true life, if you look, is revealed all around,
True life – a place where good desires abound.
True life is the fight, the struggle to survive,
To climb the highest peak, to feel yourself alive.
True life means pouring all your strength into striving,
Then reaching new heights, where dreams arrive!
Life should be warm, like love that's near,
Rushed, longed for, cherished, hard to steer.
It should be hurt, like scars that reappear,
With pain, with cracks, with every tear.
Sweat pours down your brow, bitter as a lake,
On the road to true life, no choice but to take.
It's not in others' hands, for goodness' sake –
True life’s only in your grasp to make.
Don't heed the small, unworthy things,
Let the noble heart soar, with joy it sings.
Change with honor, though the world may sting,
This is the true man, through everything!