"critize" poems
What Do You Care
Why I Believe,
What I Believe,
How I Believe,
Who Or What,
I Believe In,
Why Does It **** You To Know
Every Single Little Detail Of My Brain,
Why Does It Matter,
If I'm Not The Same As You?
Why Do You Care,
If I'm Against Some Things,
Because That's What I'm Supposed To Follow
Why Do You Care
If I'm Agualistic,
Buddhist,
Or Tribal,
Or Christan,
Or Muslim,
Jewish Or Hindu,
Mason,
Taoist,
Or A Hybrid Of All?
Why Do People Fight Over Which Is Correct,
Instead Of Just Keeping Their Trap Shut,
Why Do People Critize,
Instead Conquering Thier Ego,
Why Must We Sit Here,
And Be Judged By The Opinion,
Of People Who It Doesn't Even Affect,
Why Do You Even Care?
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
I
A lonely chick
Fall in love with a butcher
Knowing her lover will ****** her
The lonely chick just fall harder
She thinks, it doesn't matter
Because her life is already bitter
Other chicks torment her
While the other's swagger
II
One day, a rooster
The only one who talks to her
Ask, Why she falls in love with the butcher
Maybe it sounds funny
Her face becomes smiley
But, in reality he's not ******
He's more honey
He cheers me up when i'm lonely
Her face turn red shyly
He never say that i'm ugly
He makes me feel worthy
Do you think it's a ***** trick
Answer the rooster
To fool a chick
And make her lunatic
Over something so sick
And who are you to critize?
The lonely chick cries
Can you blame her?
If she fall in love with grimm reaper
Because he has manner
To a chick who's got bluster
She screams
You treat her like airs
And jugde her when she shares
Never bother to see her tears
The lonely chick run
Leave the rooster that fall silent
III
The rooster feels pain
When he knows,
The love that he has shown
Never get known
I love you, the rooster whispers
That's why I stay
No matter what the others say
I won't leave midway
But, if my love leave me stray
What can i say?
Would anyone blame me if i betray?
I will go away
I'm tired with the love that gone astray
IV
The rooster fall into despair
While butcher doesn't care
When the lonely chick die
He just think it's rare
To see a tear
With the color of cystal clear
I'm gratified
To die in the arm of my beloved
That's what the lonely chick said
Before she gone to death bed
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
I Am Ready To Smile Again,
I Am Ready To Revisit All Of The Good Memories In That Place I've Been,
I Am Ready To See Friends I Would Take A Bullet For,
I Am Ready To Feel Good All The Way Down To My Core
But,
I'm Not Ready To Go Back,
I'm Not Ready To Be Attacked,
I'm Not Ready To The Faces,
That Try To Ambush Me In Many Different Places,
I'm Not Ready To Walk Down The Hallways Of Hell,
At The Sound Of A Two Toned Bell
But,
Now I Realized,
I Am Stronger Than Any Of The People They Idolize,
I Have Stuck Through Thick And Thin,
But Still They Critize,
Like They've Never Sinned?
Girls Who Cry On The Stairwell,
Call Me A Suicidal Freak,
And Boys Who Can't Spell,
Say My Words Are Weak
But,
Do I Believe Them?
No
Do I Greave Over The Words They Say?
No
Do I Even Really Care?
No
Do I Respect Them?
No
So Why Should They Even Try To Bring Me Down
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC
Donne treats death as a human, and tells him to not be proud because he is not
scared as many other people. A theme is created while the author continues his
poem until the end. He compares death as being sleeping, not a big deal , nothing
to be worried about. Donne makes it a character through personification.
“One short sleep past, we wake eternally”.
Faith plays a huge role here, because we know that for conviction we can go to
heaven or hell after our short sleep. It makes the paradoxical statement that
mortality is itself mortal. Can be something moral to the proper author about
fighting death too. We can only accept death in our life’s as a natural process,
where not even God could scape to later live eternally.
Death bring a lot of pleasures since those good souls whom death take from earth
suffering experience and bring them up to rest on their bones. Donnes critize death
for believing himself too much. Death is not but only slave of humans of their
bodies; but a slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men (line 9). Death is
not connected specifically with a hierarchy. A desperate man can decide to go
through dead way to end his suffer on earth (suicide). Dead at the end has no
power at all because he didn’t decide for the person, the person decided to die,
how and when too.
Death will die at the end. In religion when we sleep eternally , we wake up in
heaven, I we were good during our life on earth. Death is itself destined to die.
Dead one day will cease to exist. No meaning of being still trying to force
something we know that at the end we knew since the beginning was impossible.
At some point we all know we will die, but we don’t know how it will be, so we
can’t just be scared of something we don’t know yet!
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
People understand that I'm "insecure"
People understand that I don't take complements well
People understand that if you ask me what my strengths are I will struggle to give you a response
But what people don't understand is the utter hatred and loathing I have for myself as a person
If it wouldn't dissapoint someone I would rather be dead in a heart beat
I hate the life that Ive had and the life I forsee for myself and I know that all of it is my fault
Everything is my fault.
I am a bad person, and some how in my making the lines between riteous and evil where blurred infinitely
There is nothing good about me and nothing of value and I itterly disgust myself
So when people yell at me or critize me I often come off as arrogant by my lack of defensiveness and or solution because I am already so vividly and fully aware of the piece of **** **** that I am
I think if people really got that I would make a lot more sense to them and I could get away with a lot more
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
You are a great friend,
Mi Aŕmour.
A friend i've saved wishes for.
But what must be said, must be said that you can't fathom my grief and the weight of unsaid.
You drew over the mountains of stillness of mine
and felt the breeze of all my trades yet my grief is something you finger point and critize.
Telling that i over dramatize.
Not in words but your actions tell
and i hold every reason for this friendship to befell.
Yet i cling,
i cling,
i cling to belief that this grief must not be shared as it will be ridiculed in paper or with friends.
“So be it!” i exclaim as my pen drops.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 8:02 AM UTC
Looking at the mirror,
Telling myself that I'm okay.
It's better this way.
Than to be with people,
Who can't understand me.
Loneliness is not a sin.
Being alone is much better,
Than with people who only critize me.
They may not accept me,
Because of what I am.
No one ever listen nor hear me out.
For I am a lone and independent person.
I hate myself and I don't want to be like them.
I love being alone.
But I hate feeling alone.
No one can understand me.
I'm all alone in this darkness.
No one can save me.
All I want is to be loved,
But no one can give it.
There's only one resort left,
And that is to put myself into deep sleep.
For that can only make me at peace.
Away from twisted path and troubled road.
And no one will ever wonder where am I.
For I not gave attachment to anyone.
For I separated myself from the beginning.
To those people who can't understand me.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
When people begin to critize you
You have to know that you are in the first steps of success
But to successed there are a lot of people in your life you have to delete.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
_I don't know what to say at this point, what to do, I'm so conflicted_
__Distant at this point my eyes and soul aren't very different__
_You don't get to critize me if you can't even let me in_
__Yet you talk about your future as if living's a sin__
_You're probably more organized than me so, explain as best you can_
__If you've got time to spare then I'll let you understand__
_I mean for someone I consider a friend who gives a ****
__I'm willing to talk if you stop heeding each command__
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
TO BE SO STRONG THAT NOTHING CAN DISTRUB YOUR PEACE OF MIND, TO TALK HEALTH, HAPPINESS AND PROSPERITY TO EVERY PERSON YOU MEET. TO MAKE ALL YOUR FRIENDS FEEL THAT THERE IS SOMETHING IN THEM. TO LOOK AT THE SUNNY SIDE OF EVERYTHING AND MAKE YOUR OPTIMISM COME TRUE. TO THINK ONLY OF THE BEST, TO WORK ONLY FOR THE BEST AND EXPECT ONLY THE BEST.
TO BE JUST AS ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT THE SUCCESS OF OTHERS AS YOU ARE ABOUT YOUR OWN. TO FORGET THE MISTAKES OF THE PAST AND PRESS ON THE GREATER ACHIEVEMENTS OF THE FUTURE. TO WEAR A CHEERFUL CONSISTENCE AT ALL TIMES AND GIVE EVERY LIVING CREATURE YOU MEET A SMILE. TO GIVE SO MUCH TIME TO THE IMPROVEMENT OF YOURSELF THAT YOU HAVE NO TIME TO CRITIZE OTHERS. TO BE TOO LARGE FOR WORRY, TOO NOBLE FOR ANGER, TO STRONG FOR FEAR, AND TOO HAPPY TO PERMIT THE PRESENCE OF TROUBLE.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC