The Ways Of Man

The Ways Of Man

A Poem by BlakPrince

may love's sweet fruits forever grow


The ways of Man, like trees true to their roots,

shall be known in time, each shown by its fruits.

O how sweet friendship was in childhood years

when gut-laughter of joy brought out our tears;

smiles came from the soul and blessed the face with youth;

tender love and care made us share food and roof;

in our hearts love was an art that drew on truth.

Now child becomes adult, smokes, drinks, cheats, and fears

the ways of Man!

Paper notes and metal pieces cause disputes

between two friends, before one stabs or shoots.

Material love drives most, and loyalty shifts gears,

as greed thrives and contentment disappears.

A sad subject that can write a thousand books:

the ways of Man.

© 2018 BlakPrince

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All reviews welcome!!! Keep it real!!!

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Your use of rhyme seems effortless here! I enjoyed reading this. You have packed many observations of life, noting the changes from innocent, more easily joyous days of childhood, to the harsher realities many experience in adulthood. And not just changes in life itself but in people's character.
Nice work.

Posted 1 Week Ago

The ways of man defines the shades of man. You've made it much simpler to understand and contemplate. The end is really well! Appreciated.

Posted 1 Week Ago

It’s a sad fact the things we let come between us as friends turn to men. All because of our perception of respect, but really mostly of our egos. Nice write.

Posted 10 Months Ago

I read this and I think that some poetry is "aspirational " (my spell checker just blew up on that word, but I like it and leave it anyway) , and I have heard that poetry called lyric poetry. Some poetry is narrative like "Charge of the Light Brigade" and tells a story. This poem simply observes and states a fact, or two. I suppose there is a label for that, but my scholarship fails me. So let me say I like the poem for what ever reasons anyone simply likes anything. I see paintings like that from time to time and there again have no words to explain why I come back to them. Well, thank you. Would you call this a sonnet, if compelled to label the form? I think it is a sonnet no matter what the sonnet writers union rules say about line count.

Posted 10 Months Ago


10 Months Ago

Well, Delmar, thank you for your honest review. I appreciate the gesture. This poem is actually writ.. read more
Delmar Cooper

10 Months Ago

Rondeau well I learned a new thing, thanks.
The ways of man has deteriorated through ages! " greed thrives..." how true. Take a look at the politics and politicians, they are same all over the world.
When we were young our pleasures were simple and so was our out look!
Your observations of human nature are very honest and you put that wonderfully in words.

Posted 10 Months Ago

Ways of flesh and world is corruption and confusion, let your eyes see and ears hear- then only will be be set free- great poem🌹

Posted 10 Months Ago

This is a very strong poem right from the first two lines. I'm already hooked and want to read more. I love the style you wrote this poem in as well to make it kind of sound like it was written a long time ago. It comes off very wise the way you can hear your voice through the words. A great read. So far from the two poems I have read by you I am really impressed!

Posted 10 Months Ago


10 Months Ago

Thank you, Miss Spain, for your time and honest reviews. I'm glad you love my writing style, because.. read more
simply, I loved it very much

Posted 11 Months Ago

You just summed up the human race.
Life is worth ten dollars, American.

Posted 11 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


10 Months Ago

you summed it up really touche..
Love the rhyming in this it is subtle and the irregularity means it doesn't feel forced and just aids the lovely flow.
Beautiful contrast in the descriptive gentleness of childhood and the blatant aggression of adulthood. I particularly like the image that even during the seemingly innocent childhood beneath the surface the foundations (roots) have already been laid to what you will become either through ancestry/the set example or is it just our human nature? A great poem-depressingly truthful view our current state as a society and species.

Posted 11 Months Ago


11 Months Ago

Emma, thank you for your honest review. When we each (unselfishly) take our time to read and review .. read more

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I am originally from the Ivory Coast, West Africa. I am Christian.I speak, write, read French and English. French is my first language. Just as God changed Abram to Abraham, and Sara to Sahara, I felt.. more..


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