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Hammad Oct 18
Dedicate
your success
to the haters
as
they always stoop so low
so you may rise up
I can rhyme all day
Blow your mind, you don't even have to pay
Words hotter than a sun ray
Serve you like a hot lunch tray
To me, it's just child's play
Jaw dropped, not much to say
But haters will say I'm just okay
Eat them up like my prey
Make sure to keep them at bay
RIP here they lay
Angel of death, show my wings and fly away
Time to get on your knees and pray
But try as you may
My vote is nay
So tell your god I said "Hey"
Because I won't be seeing him today
doesn’t matter

it’s the fact that
every last one of

you

thinks we shouldn’t
and that’s where
you’re wrong

give us an alternative
that will raise the bar
that high
that fast
from that little

you can’t

i don't blame you for not trying
the work continues, for peace in solidarity.
Adam Hebda May 8
Legislators of social stigmatization
hand out identity before child birth
reluctantly judged by your pigmentation
you're given a name
and a pew in a church
assigned to a gender with implications
while ATM balance determines your worth

Bugs will certainly inherit the Earth

Disguised as your neighbors
hide the privacy invaders
calling cops to kick in the door
at your mother's front porch
enforcing a law written
by our own legislators
for a routine seizure and search

Police brutality couldn't mask the depravity
of their warrants nomenclature
Capitalist crusaders terrorize Americans
but can't keep the bugs
from their Earth inheritance

Men will shroud their evil nature
Malicious intent hides below the glacier
Camouflaged vindictive behavior
is electing dictators across the equator

Truth serenaders lobby
for congressional persuaders
to pardon these murderous
capitalist crusaders
fitting agendas with tailor made suits
who infect mother earth deep in her roots

Antibiotics couldn't heal or stop this
infection these players gave her
Pray for fire and fury
to burn away liars
and hide all of your hurt and misery

when these instigators
stirring  up stories
no longer delay their inevitably

as bugs surely crawl from under the dirt
to inherit what's left of our Mother Earth
I pray for the glory
of our future bug overlords
Who are you to tell me
what I can write about?
If my soul needs to shout,
it will do just that.
Try to get a life, and stop
reading my poetry.
You weren't supportive
of it when we were
together, don't criticize it
while we are apart.
If you really want to read
something, try the
first amendment.
I just had a friend die,
and you haven't asked once
how I'm doing.
I've found rabid raccoons
kinder than you.
Amanda Jan 24
Roses are red
Violets are blue
**** all the haters
Who think they know you

There will always be doubters
But our love is real
And none of their opinions
Can change how we feel

No one else matters
They'll never get it anyway
But they better get used to it
Cause our love is here to stay
Something I wrote for my boyfriend a long time ago.. lost the original piece so this is as close as I can remember
Aleena Dec 2019
“Poems are stupid”
“They do not even make sense”
“Only nerds like poetry”

Well then,
I guess I’m just a stupid nerd
That doesn’t make sense

Maybe that’s why I have to write about all the things I just don’t get
Lahela Nov 2019
One day, you'll see me and wish you didn't say those things that you did.
You will feel sick because you look at me and feel jealousy, inspiration and awe - all at once.
The words that you threw at me in the dark,
behind your bedroom door, will become all you have left...

Your lies will eat you.
You now die inside knowing what you really are:
A pile of ****.

The truth is that you don't need to stay there,
you could bring yourself and your dirt.

You could learn to encourage,
change your narrative,
target your goal towards feeding Life...
Instead of opening a can of old ways and calling it
a meal for your family,
when it reality, what you put out has no salt.

My prayer for you is that you grow.
Even if all you did was tear me to the ground.
You showed me how the dark felt,
so I faced towards the Sun completely.

I became stronger...
I watered myself with my tears...
I called out to the Sun.
He gave me Life,
but you taught me how seeds can rot.

Listen, this is not a "thank you."
What I'm saying is that I love myself more now.
I know you didn't mean for me to find out.
I'm not saying that you're evil,
you're just more awful than I had thought.
Niki Gray Jul 2019
Your power is limitless.
It threatens the insecure
exposing what they are not.
They come at you with hatred.

That hostility is theirs
to hold and carry not yours.
To hell with all the haters.
Rise and regain your power.
Trying something new.  To my children (Sydney and James) and everyone else out there remember you are limitless and capable of amazing things.
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