"degrades" poems
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The Clover’s simple Fame
Remembered of the Cow—
Is better than enameled Realms
Of notability.
Renown perceives itself
And that degrades the Flower—
The Daisy that has looked behind
Has compromised its power—
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He breaks her, and degrades her,
Her pain makes him smile.
Though only for the shortest while,
For he isn't sure that she won't get up,
And it's his job to make her feel stuck
To this feeling, she's worth nothing.
You're a ***** you're a *****
And you're always wanting more.
You get what you deserve.
Girl, you've got some nerve.
You live, you eat, you breathe my air.
You know **** well it isn't fair,
Cause it's all mine. You've had your share.
Take one more breath, if you dare.
I'll choke you with your own **** hair
And toss your corpse, right over there.
You're not worth the time to burry,
In fact, I'll forget you in a hurry.
The main thing I never gave;
Was a **** for you, or what you could do.
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 11:56 AM UTC
I am drowning in a sea of cries.
The society degrades us with so many lies.
As we stand alone together I’ve yet to realize.
Why didn’t Eva Peron win the Nobel Peace Prize?
I am drowning in oppression.
We are unique in every way.
Strong girls are "Tomboys".
Weak girls are hidden behind words they can't say.
I am drowning in ignorance from the men who call themselves "superior"
I dwell on the fact that to a man, I am inferior.
I am faced with the hardships that come with a female role.
Don’t try to tell me about heart and soul.
I am drowning in a pool of madness.
Number one cause of death: SADNESS.
No one ever dies of a broken heart.
I’m dead because I’ve spent so much time falling apart.
I’m drowning in a sea of grief.
This topic was never really “serious”
They say “A woman can never be a commander in chief!”
And if I defend myself I’m either feisty or “on my period.”
I’m drowning in confusion.
If you’re not a man, you’re weak.
Because you’re the one saying it, it’s an illusion.
It’s not important what you speak.
I’m drowning in SEXISM.
Yeah, you thought I wouldn’t say it.
I’m not backing down!
I’ve got pride, courage, optimism, and wit.
I’m a girl and I’m proud.
But I’ll be called out of my name if I say it out loud.
I’m female and jubilant.
But you won’t understand if I tell you what I really meant.
I’m drowning in . . . PAIN.
I’m drowning in. . .REGRET.
I’m drowning like a rock,
That shouldn't even be wet.
You can’t try to be something that you’re not.
So stand up tall, and be proud of what you’ve got.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
As this world degrades,
And we've had enough of the old ways.
I can only wonder what becomes,
After this new birth,
Decays.
I know this world's rules,
And those before,
And I may know of what comes next,
But I will not know what rules,
As they call the next of next,
The fool.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
I need not use full sentences
I cannot if I want to express
The structure confines, represses, degrades
the integrity of the cries
Help me speak
My throat, mouth too dry
so dry, I do not have tears
Salt crystalized and formed the rock
mounds glowing orange
in the dessert sunset
my spirit rests, crushed to rubble
like ash
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 3:00 PM UTC
Life, in a mannerism, they proclaim
Is fragile, untouchable, limitless, rather a chain
Life, the folks sing, as delightful and indescribable as it is, is only here to stay
I do not know where, I do not know why
But thoughts mingling within my nerves apply
A paradox of significance within the definition
Of the purposeful journey we call life
Albeit the good, we choose to focus rather unwisely
Precisely of course, over delusional mastery
Understanding only comes in hand when necessary
When it threatens our existence, calling Bravery
You see, humans as smart as we are perceived to be
Might as well be a laughing stock to the rest of the scene
What we value, we fail to pursue, what we preach, we fail to reach
Would it hurt to let go of Prejudice?
An individual who has been imagined by generations beforehand, woven by bits of uncertainty and; well, where is he?
Hold on, here comes another
Violence and Destruction stand on the porch
Should we let them in? Should we not?
They are there, ready, ready anytime temptation hits now
Humanity degrades what she has created
Humiliates what she has achieved, and criticizes her dignity
Worth has lost its value, hence wonder
What have we done to help save her?
Sense has lost all contact
With wicked games being played, selfish pact
Response no longer yearns for Suffering
Such that, we deceive our own sect
Where is Understanding when we need her?
A few doors down the street, go ahead and wake her
She has not heard from us for a while now
Last time we spoke, I reckon, was when our own path was in danger
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
The thought that you can perceive perfection is one of a fool.
You cannot become perfect, nor can you see perfection manifested.
Yet it is a fools errand to not try to be better than what you see as best.
You can't expect to be seen as perfect to anyone but yourself.
Simply because if you can accept yourself, then you will often be denied by others as well.
If you can't accept yourself, then try to become more.
If you can't achieve what you want, get help.
Not enough people understand the means to achieve their aspirations, but others know how to achieve someone else's goal.
If someone hails you as perfect, then you simply share the same views.
If someone degrades you for irrelevant flaws, then they hold a different standard.
Perfection is only a concept created by fools, and people who don't understand the cruelty in the actions of others.
Whoever thinks of themselves as perfect hasn't met one greater than them.
In this world, the closest thing that I can fathom to be synonymous with perfection, is knowing that you are imperfect, but being content with who you are.
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
An eraser
goes through its life
caring about all the tiny details
but not about itself.
it degrades itself trying
to fix others mistakes
until suddenly
it’s gone.
it knows it’s dying,
it know it,
and it doesn’t care.
it cares too much about other people
to care about itself.
Some people say an eraser
would be a model human.
i don’t.
If everyone was like an eraser,
if everyone cared about others
just a little too much,
how would life work?
People would degrade
just like the eraser,
not caring
about themselves.
an eraser plays an important role in art.
so it does.
you can care about other people,
but don't
not care about yourself.
do not be an eraser,
you need loved too.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
how could I ever explain
the hiccups in my brain
(what was i just thinking)
writing 'bubblegum tongue '
degrades
the act of kissing
and I am full of carbohydrates caffeine almond milk
(vegetarian yes)
unmotivated to go vegan alone
sitting against a wall
with pink pig headphones in--my sister's I swear
reading grand hopeful endless infinite
quotes
oblivious to everything
fake
around me--I'm too preoccupied with
finding my alter-ego
was machst mich so glucklich
you can kiss
all the boys you want
pretty girl
but naproxen sodium doesn't
numb my pain
anymore than empty touch
will numb yours
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
Well oiled lamp shades
Whispering lust degrades
Frog legs & undesirables
Tree tops & mountain springs
I will get to enter you now
Finger tips brush olive skin
Wetting dry lips w/ moist tongues
Loom weaved young silk sin
Carried away to a foreign place
Warmth & comfort known for style
Never a urge to alter this space
This blissful plain of existence
Well oiled I slip
I should have seen this
Crumbling beneath me
Pushed away lost grip
I will travel trough you soon
Blissful moon breaking into
I will travel through you soon
Was this always I wanted to do?
Slimy fingers grasping at altered existence
Persistence warmth longing stars from eyes
knuckles cracking down to get what they need
No resistance, it is done, what was replaced by lies?
Warm sweet clammy skin
Was it really just a dream?
Did I flashblack from times mind
Screaming love, lust sins
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
I can't believe it's over
You ripped out all my heart
But now I'm looking back
And we're better off apart
All the **** you made me go through
All the sneaking and the lies
I looked all over this
And looked right in your eyes
I thought that there was love
And real meaning in there
But now I'm looking back
And you didn't really care
You deceived my whole family
And put me up for the blame
I feel like just another piece
In your experimental game
But I loved you anyway
With all the pleasure and the lust
You were everything I needed
But one that none could trust
You are a great person
Without a doubt I know
I just thought you would man up
And not just let me go.
How hard it is to say sorry
Not that difficult I'm for sure
Just grow a pair and do it
Or just kick me out the door
You said goodbye through text
Oh how classy you are
I was in tears and pain
But that didn't get to far
I came to the realization
You were bringing me so far down
I need a real man in my life
And not some filthy lying clown
I'm happier without you
And my smile never fades
I have my joyous life back
Without you who just degrades
I see you a couple after
I ask if you are okay
You say not a word
So I just walk away
You then TEXT me right after
Yet again I state what class
And you say you really miss me
And I say kiss my ***
Please **** off you loser
I don't mind being friends
I want you to be happy
But not with me as your end
When I pass by your home
I hope you really see
Me with my windows down
And As happy as can be
I have the bass in my head
And my happiness where I go
I never needed you at all
And my smile I get to show
So the lesson of this all
I really must admit
Always be happy
And don't listen to his ****
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
An eraser
goes through its life
caring about all the tiny details
but not about itself.
it degrades itself trying
to fix others mistakes
until suddenly
it’s gone.
it knows it’s dying,
it know it,
and it doesn’t care.
it cares too much about other people
to care about itself.
Some people say an eraser
would be a model human.
i don’t.
If everyone was like an eraser,
if everyone cared about others
just a little too much,
how would life work?
People would degrade
just like the eraser,
not caring
about themselves.
an eraser plays an important role in art.
so it does.
you can care about other people,
but don't
not care about yourself.
do not be an eraser,
you need loved too.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
The thaw begins with a drip,
builds to a roar, subsides to sunlight
prisms playing over every surface
illuminating still-wet velvet wings
maroon and yellow, neon blue
pseudo-bark underneath.
In the clear-cut, pink fireweed
pierces a sky alive with souls
reveling in their last year on earth
sampling nectar with newly curled
tongues while summer degrades
to fall, burrowing in the cool
damp cord of fir put up for winter
awakening in spring, tasting summer
before the reprieve, too soon over
time come to fold
battered wings, to slip free
of this mourning cloak and rise.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
I wished you could've met my beloved
Mary-jo-anna while she still lived among us
Imparting on us her wisdom and wondrous ways
Her eyes could see through any secretive soul
Her fragrance would soothe any pensive nerve
She'd make every meal a gastronomical delight
Her embrace would cradle me to a blissful sleep
Her mind could cure the most torturous disease
She'd make every tune a sensuous delight.
Life was wonderful for us indeed
When Mary-jo-anna was still among us
Imparting on us her wisdom and wondrous ways
But she fell foul foul eventually, of our Big Brother
For she showed the people his hypocritical ways
Exasperated! he conspired with the village elders
To drive her away, with lies about her “devious ways”
She's now an exile among the sages, hidden away
Imparting on them her wisdom and wondrous ways
While our village degrades to hatred and hypocrisy
Under the thumb of Big Brother's oppressive ways
The people are awakening to what they have done
And long to have Mary-jo-anna among us again
Free among her people and free from ridicule
To impart on us her wisdom and wondrous ways
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
She wakes up every morning
with a frown on her face
as he stumbles from his bed
and into a chair that
he will never get out of-
there is tension in the air
as she downs another
exclaiming, "bottoms up"
when it makes her glass world
shatter
at the rise of a cup
All he can do is watch the pieces
as they become pronounced
while the shift of retreating cats
induces a pitter-patter
and more pictures fade out;
the happy memories
now stained
from her cigarette smoke
to ensure they'll die together,
yet somehow alone
He is cursed with a disease
that has rendered him pitiful
but alcohol doesn't care,
she drinks another swig,
becoming more cyclical
and deems the man’s hindrance
as sinful
Stuttering, he can't escape
a liquid she's drowned him with
by pouring it into her own veins-
maybe it's better this way,
to watch the walls as they cave in
What else can he do
as he slowly degrades
from Parkinson's?
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 4:44 PM UTC
Homeless old beggar Elderly, destitute man in serious need
disgusting and annoying really down and out, desperate
degrades the neighborhood probably feels safe around here
aggressively accosts me approaches me hopefully
thinks I'm an easy touch believes he can count on me
unappreciative...always wants more honest and humble about his needs
likely spends it on ***** and cigarettes maybe I'll bring him food next time
Takes advantage of my good nature Fortunate that I'm in a position to help
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
Impressionable young women
encouraged to enter a trade
that oft belittles and degrades
detrimental to mental health
not worth the short-term wealth
people have become inured
forget the pain often endured
reality becomes obscured
to enter a life of vice
women can feel they have no choice
no other way they recognise
fed by their dealers lies
I always picture it seedy
making a living from the needy
pimps are just plain greedy
big men, in fact, weedy
I’m told its consensual
to me thats nonsensical
is it anyway factual
maybe ‘John’s’ whimsical
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
Hope can hurt
all the more the longer
it stays misplaced
and as it stays,
it deteriorates,
degrades, decays,
it despairs into a fainter shade
of hopeless surrender
until, against all hope,
it leaves
hurt.
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 2:30 AM UTC
The future is an unpredictable at best,
Never tired of feasting on my nerves.
My untitled foe continuing my misery,
Making me feel less and less human
The only comfort coming from the trees
Offering me a taste of their freedom.
By the view of their branches.
Tasting freedom is lonely.
And I can't hardly handle being alone this long
Convinced I am worth only pennies.
But the space between my ears is full of ideas.
And this is simply a window to view them
Thoughts for a penny,
As my worth degrades.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
Impressionable young women
encouraged to enter a trade
that oft belittles and degrades
detrimental to mental health
not worth the short-term wealth
people have become inured
forget the pain often endured
reality becomes obscured
to enter a life of vice
women can feel they have no choice
no other way they recognise
fed by their dealers lies
I always picture it seedy
making a living from the needy
pimps are just plain greedy
big men, in fact, weedy
I’m told its consensual
to me thats nonsensical
is it anyway factual
maybe ‘John’s’ whimsical
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:25 AM UTC
Broken poor trash which degrades & defiles.
You lied to the courts, judge, mediator, minor's counsel, & district attorney.
A backstabber, 2 faced, hypocrite, who commited perjury.
A hunchback hammertoed hefer who gets fatter.
You live in a hoarded ***** stenched sty.
Quality is not something you search to buy.
You settle for **** bit by bit.
On your fat *** you sit.
Your ***** sag.
Your a decripid old hag with saddle bags.
You destroy relationships.
You can't form your own friendships.
Your a judgmental, prejudice, anti-social, psychotic, hermit crab.
Your a heartless blackheart who back stabs.
You take what's not yours.
By manipulation, cheating, stealing & lying.
You want my child motherless.
Your an evil diease.
Your thoughtless, your lies don't put me as ease.
You divorced my dad.
You took all I had.
You can't control your bladder.
What I want to you does'nt matter.
Greed you sought.
Your lies I fought.
You spread hate in your old lady disguise.
You believe your so clever, deceitful, & wise.
You have cellulite, verocross veins, & cottage cheese thighs.
A meat loving satanic caravore.
Who slams the door.
Pees on herself & the floor.
Has a greed for more. Always settles for poor. Vendictive evil without a cure. My life is smeared a blur from everything I am & once were.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
Cold concrete, isolation, barbed wire and stories of crime echo among these walls.
Trust not the cellmate, do your time, lonliness is in these halls.
A good soul waits, degrades, rejects the best of days that are offered in this place.
Dream of days outside, amidst the real world, if only I can finish this race.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Again I face my post-it wall,
just me, and Solitude—
My steady stool, my Panadol,
my tissues, fully ****
With me: my cookies, wire & soup,
and don't forget the Phone—
For as I sulk, and as I coop,
Posture, degrades the Bone.
So as I'm waiting patiently
for Marriage, Love and Wealth—
My Sickness independently
will sabotage my Self.
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 4:17 PM UTC
I meant to leave him a note in his chair
"Thanks for dinner. Thanks for the movie. Funny right? Haha. Have a great day."
Things like this I rarely do but,
I had this feeling that a man only comes down the stairs so many times
Feelings aside,
"Sorry about saying **** you and what not. I need to grow up."
I said this after finding myself in a room
At my shore house
Where I am expected to do little more than work the beaches
"It's your house, but let's try to live in it together…for Mom's sake."
You see, I get mad at him only as my fallen hero
The way a sports fan degrades their team
Out of a laden yet powerful desire to see them succeed
"So anyway thanks for everything."
I meant to do it
I didn't have the guts to write the thing
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 10:37 PM UTC