"bruisers" poems - Hello Poetry

We, the people of this country, in your eyes are: babblers, bachelors, bafflers, baiters, barkers, beakers, beaters, brawlers, blamers, beggars, bloaters, bloopers, bombers, boozers, blunders, bruisers, bafflers, bluffers, burglars and burners. That's why you feel compelled to keep your foot on our heads keep us down, put us down, push us down subjugate us, belittle us, berate us. We, the people of this country, in our eyes are: butlers, bouncers, bakers, buyers, barbers, cake-makers, delivery-takers, cocktail-shakers, taxi drivers, cancer survivors, employers and hirers, music makers, entertainers, window washers, foster takers, plasterers, carpenters, scaffolders, sparks and builders, boxers, carers, coaches, tailors, shoe makers, designers, illustrators, multi-language facilitators, dog walkers, dog trainers, bikers and cycle couriers, doctors and nurses and all the emergency services. We are the People, the reason you are where you are now you sometimes forget that we exist as people, somehow locked in your ivory towers with gold plated showers and MP expenses and investment banker pretenses this is not theater, its real life drama, its not just a bluff its time to stand up and say enough is enough.

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Jun 27, 2014

Jun 27, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC

DBeard

Another Angry Voice

We, the people of this country, in your eyes are: babblers, bachelors, bafflers, baiters, barkers, beakers, beaters, brawlers, blamers, beggars, bloaters, bloopers, bombers, boozers, blunders, bruisers, bafflers, bluffers, burglars and burners. That's why you feel compelled to keep your foot on our heads keep us down, put us down, push us down subjugate us, belittle us, berate us. We, the people of this country, in our eyes are: butlers, bouncers, bakers, buyers, barbers, cake-makers, delivery-takers, cocktail-shakers, taxi drivers, cancer survivors, employers and hirers, music makers, entertainers, window washers, foster takers, plasterers, carpenters, scaffolders, sparks and builders, boxers, carers, coaches, tailors, shoe makers, designers, illustrators, multi-language facilitators, dog walkers, dog trainers, bikers and cycle couriers, doctors and nurses and all the emergency services. We are the People, the reason you are where you are now you sometimes forget that we exist as people, somehow locked in your ivory towers with gold plated showers and MP expenses and investment banker pretenses this is not theater, its real life drama, its not just a bluff its time to stand up and say enough is enough.

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I didn't realize how much it hurt Until the next morning when the toxins escaped my blood. I didn't realize that blood had pooled in my foot, Leaving the nastiest of all bruisers. I didn't realize how it had happened, But I knew it had been done by someone else. I didn't realize how much pain it caused, Then felt the pain when I hit it against the door jamb. I didn't think that it was broken I didn't think that going to the hospital was necessary I didn't think that I should stop running to let it heal I didn't think it was as bad as it was... People have had worse then broken foots, And so I am grateful to only have a broken foot Because having no hands would be worse Having no hands mean having no expression through writing Having no hands means not being able to talk without words Having no hands is much worse than a broken foot. So I will give into the pain, Acknowledge the bruise And realize that all of this was caused by a girl who had one too many shots And will live with my punishment Of a broken foot

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Nov 20, 2012

Nov 20, 2012 at 9:45 AM UTC

mary-g

Alcoholic Rage

I didn't realize how much it hurt Until the next morning when the toxins escaped my blood. I didn't realize that blood had pooled in my foot, Leaving the nastiest of all bruisers. I didn't realize how it had happened, But I knew it had been done by someone else. I didn't realize how much pain it caused, Then felt the pain when I hit it against the door jamb. I didn't think that it was broken I didn't think that going to the hospital was necessary I didn't think that I should stop running to let it heal I didn't think it was as bad as it was... People have had worse then broken foots, And so I am grateful to only have a broken foot Because having no hands would be worse Having no hands mean having no expression through writing Having no hands means not being able to talk without words Having no hands is much worse than a broken foot. So I will give into the pain, Acknowledge the bruise And realize that all of this was caused by a girl who had one too many shots And will live with my punishment Of a broken foot

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Calm down, walking down Twisted stairs, I fall down I see the sky as pale as my skin with convolutions and drowned out confusions. Acid rain drops fall on me like a water torture device pounding nervously on the side of my porous head. I got soaked up in the neighborhood with the angry sinners and no-good winners, beaten up by the losers, users and the black and blue bruisers These angry streets bullied me into submission and called back promises it couldn't keep Now it is time to stop walking backwards

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Mar 22, 2017

Mar 22, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC

silent-screams

Beat up

Calm down, walking down Twisted stairs, I fall down I see the sky as pale as my skin with convolutions and drowned out confusions. Acid rain drops fall on me like a water torture device pounding nervously on the side of my porous head. I got soaked up in the neighborhood with the angry sinners and no-good winners, beaten up by the losers, users and the black and blue bruisers These angry streets bullied me into submission and called back promises it couldn't keep Now it is time to stop walking backwards

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She does not ask for much; a piece of paper, a few markers, time, and a mind at peace. Her patience is maddening. Dot by dot, fantasies form, sprung from her forehead fully grown and armed with the colors she imagines. Her gray eyes clouded with concentration, for every jab of her hand must strike true, a felt-tip Seurat. Her life a study in pointillism, too; each day filling in an outline, dark and light commingled, colored by those who come and go, the users and losers, the bruisers and the healers. Self-portraits abound; the smiling face and glowing eyes she will show the world painted over the pain she has known from loss of blood and faithless friends. A word to the wise: Though her unicorns and pegasi are strikingly beautiful, her demons can be quite real.

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Sep 22, 2016

Sep 22, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC

joel-m-frye

poppet

She does not ask for much; a piece of paper, a few markers, time, and a mind at peace. Her patience is maddening. Dot by dot, fantasies form, sprung from her forehead fully grown and armed with the colors she imagines. Her gray eyes clouded with concentration, for every jab of her hand must strike true, a felt-tip Seurat. Her life a study in pointillism, too; each day filling in an outline, dark and light commingled, colored by those who come and go, the users and losers, the bruisers and the healers. Self-portraits abound; the smiling face and glowing eyes she will show the world painted over the pain she has known from loss of blood and faithless friends. A word to the wise: Though her unicorns and pegasi are strikingly beautiful, her demons can be quite real.

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"Nerds are losers!" They cry. "Geeks get bruisers!" The boys and the girls laugh. They aren't using the word right, We all know. We're the ones with our faces in books With glasses rocking against the surface of our noses While the others, the ones with the pretty unblemished faces Get their roses We accept out honorable certificates Dignity, pride, it is quite evident Romance comes to them easily Romance comes to us in the form of poetry They laugh, seeing us talk about our favorites Books, movies, works of wonder, They think they're better They think that their popularity comes from looks, money, physical strength But who do we care? They're meatheads, idiots, mirror-loving ******* What are we? Mathematicians, geniuses, book-loving witches. They think they're better.

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC

starlust

They Think They're Better

"Nerds are losers!" They cry. "Geeks get bruisers!" The boys and the girls laugh. They aren't using the word right, We all know. We're the ones with our faces in books With glasses rocking against the surface of our noses While the others, the ones with the pretty unblemished faces Get their roses We accept out honorable certificates Dignity, pride, it is quite evident Romance comes to them easily Romance comes to us in the form of poetry They laugh, seeing us talk about our favorites Books, movies, works of wonder, They think they're better They think that their popularity comes from looks, money, physical strength But who do we care? They're meatheads, idiots, mirror-loving ******* What are we? Mathematicians, geniuses, book-loving witches. They think they're better.

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She's desired by millions But acquired by losers She's survived those losers But she still has bruisers Reckless in who she chooses Stubborn and pain oozes From the greatness that she callously Disregards For she is broken in the heart

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Jul 18, 2019

Jul 18, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC

serendipity-lee-1

Broken in the heart

She's desired by millions But acquired by losers She's survived those losers But she still has bruisers Reckless in who she chooses Stubborn and pain oozes From the greatness that she callously Disregards For she is broken in the heart

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I lost the losers, I healed from those bruisers, I outran those pursuers, I won you, I dodged the bad luck, I jumped over the hurdles, I smashed through those barriers, I won you, I turned my back on those who turned from me, I stepped up to my attackers, Looked into the eyes of my abusers, I won you, I lost myself in drugs and alcohol, I cried through my tears, I sobered myself, I have been clean for some years, I won you, I laughed at bad jokes, Avoided the smoke, I treated myself better, I won you.

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Jun 2, 2022

Jun 2, 2022 at 8:02 AM UTC

mjroco

I won you

I lost the losers, I healed from those bruisers, I outran those pursuers, I won you, I dodged the bad luck, I jumped over the hurdles, I smashed through those barriers, I won you, I turned my back on those who turned from me, I stepped up to my attackers, Looked into the eyes of my abusers, I won you, I lost myself in drugs and alcohol, I cried through my tears, I sobered myself, I have been clean for some years, I won you, I laughed at bad jokes, Avoided the smoke, I treated myself better, I won you.

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