Poems about men


№ 1210355

3#: the gods amongst men

Save me from this life
Like you have done
Many a time
If i listen to our old songs,
Will they summon you?
If i scream them from the peak of my lungs
Until they tire
Until they burst
And my throat scorched
Will you come back?

Perhaps in pieces, your life has been an open window
Or a poem, open for everyone's interpretation
Or just the grey matter of the dead
And the maggots are feasting
And your toes are cold
The snake's lies, how they got you here
And humans never listens to me
It's the lack of fear

gods,  men.

Author: greyhound thief
Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1205664

Wise Men! - A Piece Of Advice

Wise men if you've time to listen.
Don't ever think I want to frighten.
Words of wisdom I'd like to share.
Words very unpleasant may appear.

If you are alive in the morning.
Will you be alive till evening?
And If you are alive in the evening.
Will you be alive till morning?

So make most of your health;
Before sickness takes your health;
And take most from your life;
Before with death you have a strife.

advice,  men,  piece,  wise.

Author: MdAsadullah
Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1205311


I always want to say
And maybe it started when I was
Young, knew what a man really was

I always want to say to the men
If I'm not talking I'm thinking
About how I'm gonna write this.

And then this sort of poetic
Philosophical tendency
Where I try to live as many

Metaphors as possible
When I walk in front of you
And teeter on the edge

Of your doorway or
Hand you a lighter with my index
Singularly in your room.

Especially when I sit in the
Bathroom and look in the mirror
With you

Except this has been executed
By every man ive ever been with
And at that point it is called a motif


Author: KD Miller
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1202951

Where are the Men of Peace

Although it's peace
That we seek
We find ourselves
Up the creek
Viewing a picture
That's bleak
From the folly of man
And his long losing streak

It seems the way
Of our times
Fighting wars
That are crimes
Killing kids
In their primes
Robbing them
Of lifetimes

Religion and greed
Continue to shell
Leaving death behind
In the wake of shrapnel
Not just the soldiers
But civilians as well
Yes it does seem
We've made our own living hell

Why can't we end this
Why won't we cease
From these men who seek power
Is there no release
Death and heartache
Continue on the increase
My heart cries out
Are there no men of peace

men,  peace.

Author: brian mclaughlin
Date: 31/03/2020

№ 1202058

The Difference Between Men and Women

Society speaks.
Oh, so loudly and annoyingly,
Their words enter my ears.

A man who likes to sleep around is a hero.
He's so manly and tough,
I mean obviously
Because it takes such skill to procreate,
Which is designed by instinct.

A woman who sleeps around?
Oh, she's a slut.
Instinct does not affect her the same way,
Because she is supposed to be a lady.
She is not supposed to have desires,
She is supposed to be classy.

Well, if that's what classiness is,
I want no part in its double standards.

Does anyone even know that she is standing next to them?
Do they give a fuck that she is a human being?
She has needs, wants, and she should be allowed to express them.
But she cannot, out of fear that she will be judged.

He thinks he can do whatever he wants.
He makes himself known, and does not take no for an answer.
Society condones this.
"Boys will be boys" they say.
And he is a boy if I've ever seen one.

This is the difference between men and women.

difference,  men,  women.

Author: Sarah Frances
Date: 30/03/2020

№ 1201656

The Last Prince of Men

He lay there
An enervated mass
His legs feeble
Too weak to stand

An onlooker
Of his kingdom's fall
From hidden tower
He watched it burn

Helpless he mourned
Regretting his illness
Cursing his birth
And rebuking the sun

That sun now dim
So faint in the sky
That abandoned his line
So very long ago

men,  prince.

Author: Hadrian Veska
Date: 30/03/2020

№ 1200379

O What Shall We Do With These Drunken Men?

Oh what shall we do
What shall we do
With these drunken men -
Like my very own darling
Mike Hammer?

Last night
I picked him up
From outside the pub
Where he'd been drinking
With his mates
And in the car
Almost near our home
He says: I love you
And I say to him:
Is that you talking
Or the beer?
And he says
Like lightning:
It's me talking.
I'm talking to my beer.


Oh what shall we do
What shall we do
With these drunken men -
Like my very own darling
Mike Hammer?
I locked him in the car
Doused him with effluent water
Let him sleep there
Till he turns sober
But it's 11am now and hot
And sober or not,
He's still asleep
In the car
And when I try and wake him up
He's still mumbling about love and beer

Oh what shall we do
What shall we do
With these drunken men -
Like my very own darling
Mike Hammer?
Maybe I should dunk him over a hill
Car and all
Till he turns mature, till he's sober

drunken,  men.

Author: Raj Arumugam
Date: 29/03/2020

№ 1199918

Priest Are Men

The breath of priests
Their voices thin
Who fruit are we
We pray within
Finding broken roads
Where dreams explodes
Priest are cloaked
Behind their robes
Lord, these priest are men
Let the whole world say, amen

men,  priest.

Author: Stu Harley
Date: 28/03/2020