Short Manhood Poems
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I took a banana home and peeled him for dinner
When I saw his manhood I knew I was a winner
I call him my miner
my large cruise liner
© 2000
The real measure of manhood depends solely on his relationship and
submissiveness to God not about his money and how well he gives wood.
12-29-10
A sportsman from Burton-on-Trent
Had such a peculiar bent
The kick that he felt
Was below the belt
That’s how his manhood got a dent
She wanted to know where the limit lies
when it came to manhood and the size
trying to compare
she had to stop and stare
at the one that took first prize
I lost my hair and I lost my pep
That's why I lost the spring in my step
But I couldn't go on
When my manhood was gone
And I lost my wife to Johnny Depp
Must have had a boring young life
My biggest thrill was a snowball fight
Embarrassing when hit
Utter shame it transmits
And skipping on my manhood, put a blight
Albeit, the time truck topples
Through the tracks ranges; roving
Mitt, making the switfness subtle.
The time combustion caresses the
Manhood of my pathos peck no-strings.
19:04:24:15:15
Grew to manhood on the river Tay,
Writing poems ,most every day;
Cinquains,epigrams,whigmaleerie-
His diary of a dying man,left
Telling observations, for all to see.
Tribute to William Soutar
“I'm ready for mounting” she innocently exclaimed
As she prepared a painting for inserting in a frame
Boss misunderstood
Some guy's manhood
Was the subject, not an innocent proclaim
The pipe major at the front led the way
On this cold and windy St Patrick's day
He was six foot and well built
A freak gust blew up his kilt
The crowd cheered at his manhood on display...
Patrick’s piquant penchants are beer and Claire,
At the pub scene the two don’t seem to square;
Patrick’s pints, more than a few,
Manhood cannot follow through -
An Irish drunkard’s pot of gold malware.
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.
A Perthshire Lad
Grew to manhood on the river Tay,
Writing poems ,most every day;
Cinquains,epigrams,whigmaleerie-
His diary of a dying man,left
Telling observations, for all to see.
Tribute to William Soutar
writing a rhyme
never a crime
a man wearing pink
his manhood won't shrink
quickly they'll label
their lives unstable
the names will stay
never for play
before the judgement is made
make sure facts will never fade
Where did Noah keep his bees? In the Ark-hives
Groaning from my hairline down to my manly thighs
Got an offer from Hollywood
To star in a film bout manhood
They were astounded by my jumbo and sexy eyes
I drugged my demons
Ritualistic suicide
Speaking the word
Of indifference-
I woke one day embodied in manhood–
Self searching –
Self seeking-
I began the anatomy of a prince in ruins-
The legend remains,
A child-
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?
Truth
that never lets up
is cruel.
Objectively, Daniel was real
for two afternoons a month
plus a long story of checkered youth
and shaded manhood.
But when he has died
Daniel's reality looms over her
like the god of storms.
Had this super duper dream last night
Took on ten men single handed, oh what a fight
Came away almost unscathed
'Cept my manhood got defaced
Was proud of my wee friend, what a horrible sight
© Jack Ellison 2015
Poor Sam Hose was tied to tree
Soaked in kerosene, lit a thousand degrees
His flesh roasting, the mob sliced off pieces
Laughing at his screams for mercy from Jesus
They took his manhood, fingers and ears
Poor Sam Hose was a souvenir
The manhood
of a nation
marching in the breeze
Chasing what
the dead have wrought
taunting its reprieve
Caught within the voices
of forgotten
yesterdays
The winds of war
but nine days off
— as mothers kneel to pray
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
A child grows, but not the way you hoped
both strong willed and wayward thinking
troubled teens and young manhood
lead to a troubled life
drugs and a jail cell
anger and doubt
never heard
that screams
pain
For the contest "A Nonet"
Desire
His wide shoulders
Flowed to narrowed waist
Her eyes locked on his vast manhood
Muscled sculpture captured smooth perfection
Her tongue caressed his lower lip
Spreading thighs he entered
Fulfilling her
Desire
© Kim van Breda – 22 October 2014
Darkness we had
Light awaits
Life we celebrate
Death awaits
Manhood we had
Oldage awaits
Strength we had
Weakness awaits
Crowds we had
Lonliness awaits
Friendships we celebrate
Envy awaits
Love we had
Hatred awaits
Downfalls we had
Heights awaits
09/07/2022
A Netflix and chill night with Karen Speld my sister,
then a ridiculous game of that ludicrous Twister-
Hands awry and bent, Sam's manhood she did touch,
she did hit her head, but died from laughing too much!
A Funny Epitaph Poetry Contest
Jesse Rowe
September 17, 2018