Man Poems - Poems about Man

Here comes the jingle jangle man Who struts and swaggers he is his biggest fan He doesn’t want anyone to be Better than he himself you do see He schemes at things behind your back Don’t tell him your secrets...Read the rest...

As I sit in the audience, my heart swells with pride, Watching my man up on stage, his dreams coming alive. His words float through the air, a melody so sweet A rap god in...Read the rest...

You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone their laughter cracks the silence and the name of...Read the rest...

I write because I need to It's what I have to do Put feelings down on paper Feelings I've for you It doesn't stop the longing That ever present ache But it helps to write them down because I know my...Read the rest...

Everything's broken down again. The sky is filled with rain. The blood not flowing down the drain is bound to leave a stain. Where is hope to be found when it has just been drowned? He is the guy who can...Read the rest...

Abstract strokes dance on a jazz canvas, Colors swirl like notes on the air, Jazz plays softly, a breath in the silence, Grooves poppin' in your mind, Thoughts leap, meditation runs deep in your life of being, In the clutter...Read the rest...

Originally published in Out On a Limb, an Anthology for Friends, June 2020 They can put a man On a pedestal, Have him admired Far and wide; But he’ll never Really be that tall Unless he feels That way inside. The crowd can make A...Read the rest...

Welcome to my hell It's where I currently dwell I hate tax season...Read the rest...

A man, half a mountain of hair, Gave Cupid a bit of a scare. He wasn't a knave, He just didn't shave, A heart that was rare did he share....Read the rest...

All the women look at Mister Macho Man as he flexes his muscles and cracks his knuckles while working on his tan. Mister Macho Man is always the center of attention wherever he goes. Needless to say...Read the rest...

There once was a young man from Luckett whose dick was too big to decently tuck it. Sometimes at the beach or by the pool, in a flash, out popped his tool. Those near him had to dash to...Read the rest...

I spoke out A yearning calls But, is it of the heart Could be a yearning of a selfish pride A secret to gain self-glory A trek of agony To forge through this life For the glory of self-satisfaction Is a...Read the rest...

This is a familiar village, with a few homes, Smoke rises straight from the chimneys’ domes. Today the streets are desolate and bare, Houses decaying, no one to care. Did the...Read the rest...

A Sensitive Man He was the sensitive, hushed type whose character was often folded inside his pocket, rather than on display. He always felt different but adhered to the rules: school, college and now work. Politeness followed him courteously...Read the rest...

(verse 1) I have really long hair, don't understand why people stare. I'm looked down upon by society, they try to destroy my dignity. The people call me lazy and low class, 'cause my mop is almost to my ass. They call...Read the rest...