Man Poems
Man and Woman
by Victor Marie Hugo
Man is the highest of creatures.
The woman is the most sublime of ideals.
God made for man a throne for the woman an altar.
The throne exalts, the altar sanctifies.
Man is the brain.
The woman's heart.
The brain produces the light, the heart produces the Love
Fruitful Light, Love resurrects.
The man is strong by reason.
The woman is invincible by tears.
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smart dead man
by Bogdan Dragos
In the afterlife the creatures that
gathered around him
asked, “Why did you do it? Why
did you jump in
front of that train?”
He shrugged. “Life wasn’t
worth living anymore. And I wanted
revenge.”
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To Miss Vera Beringer
by Lewis Carroll
There was a young lady of station
'I love man' was her sole exclamation
But when men cried, 'You flatter'
She replied, 'Oh! no matter
Isle of Man is the true explanation'
To live, is to sin
by Ravindu Anjana
The azure veil shook, while the heavenly maiden went to sleep,
The waters broke to brooks, as the gloaming stained the lake that's deep.
Her heart was laden with the weight of all the creatures down below,
Her soul stained with every sin of life, yet persists as a good fellow.
Her eyes finally close as the world below plunges into darkness,
In her place her children shine, to bring the light upon the madness.
Once again she wakes, as the birds sing a choir down below,
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A Man Named October
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the heart of autumn, a man named October walks through the crisp, golden leaves.
His footsteps echo a melody of nostalgia, as he wanders with purpose through the quiet streets.
A hazy glow surrounds him, a halo of amber and rust,
His eyes reflect the changing hues of the season, a kaleidoscope of memories and dreams.
October is a man of mystery, his thoughts drifting like wisps of fog in the twilight.
He carries the weight of the past on his shoulders, but his spirit is light as a feather,
His laughter dances in the wind, a whimsical symphony that fills the air with joy.
He is a wanderer, a dreamer, a poet of the autumnal landscape.
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To live, is to sin
by Ravindu Anjana
The azure veil shook, while the heavenly maiden went to sleep,
The waters broke to brooks, as the gloaming stained the lake that's deep.
Her heart was laden with the weight of all the creatures down below,
Her soul stained with every sin of life, yet persists as a good fellow.
Her eyes finally close as the world below plunges into darkness,
In her place her children shine, to bring the light upon the madness.
Once again she wakes, as the birds sing a choir down below,
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observance
by Rikske Kessner
In the heart of winter, I stand,
Surrounded by a landscape of white silence.
The snow blankets the earth,
Each flake a delicate touch,
Soft, yet unyielding in its cold embrace.
The trees are skeletal fingers,
Reaching up to a sky of muted gray,
Their limbs bare, stripped of life,
Yet beautiful in their stark simplicity.
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A Man Named October
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the heart of autumn, a man named October walks through the crisp, golden leaves.
His footsteps echo a melody of nostalgia, as he wanders with purpose through the quiet streets.
A hazy glow surrounds him, a halo of amber and rust,
His eyes reflect the changing hues of the season, a kaleidoscope of memories and dreams.
October is a man of mystery, his thoughts drifting like wisps of fog in the twilight.
He carries the weight of the past on his shoulders, but his spirit is light as a feather,
His laughter dances in the wind, a whimsical symphony that fills the air with joy.
He is a wanderer, a dreamer, a poet of the autumnal landscape.
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To One Who Is Undefined
by Pijush Biswas
You took me, as a child sucks at his mother's womb
And I search strides in mirror
I search who I'm-
A bear, who flaps it's wooly hands
Or, churns it's saggy face?
A duck, who wallows 'mid clay
Or, trembles asif to stray?
A tiger, whose paws can't be shunned
Or, who is public's deny?
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Existence Of Love
by Ayatullah Nurjati
She dared to harbour feeling her love for a man
And for more than 1 decade the woman has ventured to collect her love for the
man
She began to dare to squirm to express all what she felt
Differences in age, space and time have taught the woman how to be in love
She dared to harbour her love for a man
Now the reality is different, the man already has a companion; the woman still
hopes that the man is indeed her soul mate
Even though it looks odd, it is clear that love can never choose
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