"demeans" poems
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My Cocoon tightens—Colors tease—
I’m feeling for the Air—
A dim capacity for Wings
Demeans the Dress I wear—
A power of Butterfly must be—
The Aptitude to fly
Meadows of Majesty implies
And easy Sweeps of Sky—
So I must baffle at the Hint
And cipher at the Sign
And make much blunder, if at least
I take the clue divine—
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Why are we so lazy to even write out happy birthday and we have to use HBD? gosh, that just demeans the whole birthday! Well today is my friend Dani Chase's birthday, go check her out shes pretty cool and writes good stuff, but just wanted to tell her happy birthday and thank you for everything; for being a my rock when i went all crazy and fangirly, for being there to share my own bsge stresses, for being all tomboy up in here with me :) happy birthday, dear, i hope you have a good one with all your wishes coming true! :D and thank you, there are no words to describe how grateful i am to have you ^~^
and ps, dont struggle when we come to kidnap you for an adventure someday this week ;)
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
*~
As the day starts full of love and hope
Sun shines so bright not to feel woe
Vibrant flowers tickle her sight
Saying everything will be alright
Sweet cold wind touches her lips
To make her smile and save from grief
‘Cause he knows how precious her kind
Even how much she demeans her divine
Priceless laughter that he hears seldom
Inviting everyone to sing the psalm
Just when the sun turned to blue
Her dazzling soul also gone its hue
Afraid he was when the sun goes down
Witnessing her painted happiness waning out
And all was left are waves of her feelings, surging,
Still stirring yet welcomed to forever reside in him.*
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
I had a talk with myself in the shower
It was a long overdue conversation
The suds of the shampoo blurred my vision
And they seemed to cloud my thoughts too
If he came back would you be strong?
Would you hold your hard-earned place?
Or would you break down like a house of cards?
Shattering your emotions like a China vase?
I would be the independent girl I am getting to know
The girl I see clearer in the mirror everyday
The one that would tell him to leave me alone and go his own way
He had his chance now I'm taken
By someone who loves me for everything
Who sees my flaws and embraces them
Not notices and demeans them
I am taken by myself.
A better long awaited self.
I turned the water off and stepped out,
Cleansed in more ways than one.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
*Who else but only the miser knows
Preciousness of attachment!*
He would not easily give up, not easily part
Loss of what he values easily breaks his heart!
He demeans not one object, knows to love not discard
Treasures each possession, each zealously guards!
Nothing for him grows old, with each he’s intimate
His ownership is blind, associations passionate!
Never demean the miser, rather adore his commitment
None else but only he knows true meanings of attachment!
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
The reason I left was not of your being
It was that side of you kept well hidden, not for seeing
The preliminary basis of a concealed fact
A genuine warning sign maintained with tact
It restrains your hands and demeans your worth
While contemplating the test next time around that you'll see Earth
Slender body in my arms but your vision is crying
A feeling so horrible to give up trying
Dying each day to be born anew
With Depraved Heart sentience for filling that shoe
At first in your voice I heard inspirational phrases
Peering through the rain for better weather phases
Fighting and twisting to match their ennui
But you bounded through all the reciprocity
Catching the vapor updraft with that shy grin
Remembering the skin you're wearing is genuine
You march to that drum beat sounding the lightning storm
Of A cold heart blowing in the wind, unaware that it's warm
So in breaking your heart you'll hear love again and take flight
Prance with every step and paint a newly blank canvas full of fight
The part of you crying, "missing puzzle piece hidden in plain sight!"
Is the very same light within you I've seen shine so bright
And know I came to realize by the end of this night...
The next day and Tomorrow are yours to write
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
The thoughts I've had these past days,
Has led to a war.
A war I've denied my mind the knowledge of knowing
That I'm fighting a war within myself.
But oh, how my heart knew.
Choices and decisions are at my doorstep knocking on wall of my heart.
The entrance has been blocked,
Blocked by fear and doubt that has consumed me.
I've been afraid to decide,
Afraid to choose.
Maybe the choice has never been mine to make,
But mine to follow.
Maybe for once, I must humble the leadership role I have chosen for myself.
And silence my heart that demeans my mind.
Maybe it's time to trust,
Time to hope, time to be free.
After all, who is the one who is writing my story?
It certainly isn't me.
I surrender it all to You.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
A turn of the torso in the hall
Be it to look back or forward
Past or beyond the past
Is not necessarily wrong at all
Unless of course the owner of the turn
Is twisting therein arrogance
Or with an unsettling voice
Which demeans all others in the hall
But if such a twisting diaphragm can actually sing
Then arrogance is more all the more tolerable
And not so much a problem at all
Because the sound will be beautiful
Even if the character is not beautiful at all
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
I'm not "Religious".
I believe in sin (Wink wink- If you know what I mean)
but I don't believe in religion when it cajoles or demeans.
Yet there is a ray of light in the windows of my dreams.
And it calls to me in a voice at once radiant and dim.
I call it the universe, but were I Religious, I'd call it "Him".
I am not loud, nor do I preach.
I believe in soft voices, and hymns sung only in one's head.
I believe in the reach of silence, broad and inky and welcoming.
I believe in my own inner thoughts and their peace (and too, their dread)
Yet there is a voice that tells me, in words softly said
that sometimes only the loudest sermons truly can teach.
I am non-religious, and I have been for a while.
I believe in dulcet whispers, and the sweet touch of sin.
I believe in Metal Music, and the musical devil within.
Then why, whenever I see someone capitalize "Him"
does my mouth turn up at the corners,
and grant me an unasked, yet welcome smile?
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
The One Word that should be Stricken
(My Opinion)
I work for a company that has a contract with a major corporation with more than 1200 employees, which consists of a diversified, ethnic population, none of whom I would ever consider to be a "minority."
"Minority", is a devisive word. It catagorizes, classifies, demeans, degrades, and at its worse, creates and enhances prejudices. If "All men(and women) are created equal", then the word "minority" should ride off into the sunset.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
*Entitled one might feel
To attention yours
Inability to grasp
Just too evident
The idea itself
Of getting attention undivided
Is wrong at its core
Objectifies you it does
This wish to possess
It demeans you so much
Patriarchy and dominance
Just seem to be oozing all over the place
You are free
Free to associate free to socialise
Free to live your life
The way you like
Can empathise with the seeker
The world moulds people in that way
But still reason it is not
To shackle yourself
Even after all this
I just can't discard the thought
Only if you could be mine*
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
It's all quiet on the western front
When towers fall and empires crumble
When storms ravage half a country
A thousand screams are silenced by a handful
It's all quiet on the western front
When mothers mourn and monsters meet
Inside of laminate portfolios
With bright futures and buried pleasures
It's all quiet on the western front
When seconds make cents
And it no longer makes sense
To tell them that you love them
Without paper doing it as well as
The trees they carved their names in
It's all quiet on the western front
When blood is used as currency
To buy and polish ammunition
From nations drowning
In the smell of rusted crimson
And think of the children
Who are armed to the teeth
With spite and grief and melancholy
Against the thrumming of their rib cages
With rounds discharged like the veterans
Who were just in the wrong place
But at what time
Did the commander think it wise
To drop explosives on civilians?
It's all quiet on the western front
When business is just for staying busy
Complacent couples with granite counters
Correcting their children in their grammar
Or their choices in careers
It's all quiet on the western front
When adding two and two together
Becomes menial work pushed to the
Calculators made by cracked palms
And shaking fingers which we pay
2 dollars an hour
To do the tasks our brittle bodies
Had enough of the first time a television
Switched on, the first time someone
Picked up a bottle, the first cigarette ever lit
in the suburbs
And the yelling is done in an organized fashion
With labels thrown up in the air
And as the prosecution rests
The poor boy's family hold their heads
As if the ceiling would start to cave in
On itself and like the system
It is truly hell to barely scrape
By life only to brush by death's
Shoulder and regret 300 years worth of unity
Which separates the equal and demeans
Those who try to be
And to those peering out across
The scarlet sea, the shine
And gold may be worth the trials and
Tribulations but tenacious souls
Need only know that gold is rock and
Crystal sheen is merely a reflection
Of the destruction and the silence
And the demons that we will not confront
And in the presence of a microphone
The world falls still
And wonders if the speaker will respond
Or if they won't
It's still all quiet on the western front.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
*You're a beauty.
Haven't I told you this?
Darling why can't you hear me?
Hush, no don't think of it - let me
take that back. I know why.
Because for all my screaming
their whispers are louder
Please,
Please don't forget
this broken, unsure shadow you're becoming
isn't you
Not all of you.
Even as you crumble I can spot your light
your sweet, gentle soul*
that curses and demeans to protect yourself
*but you never mean it
and so I can't keep my eyes off of you
but my heart is speaking
telling me:
demons destroy
but make a beautiful mess
I begin to see more
but I start to know less
I see how the scars lie deep in your wrists
but I come up with nothing
there's no way to fix you*
because you aren't defeated
*Sweetheart, you're lost
Can't you find me?
Find me Treasure, I'm calling!
she made more scars
fell too hard
and no one heard from her again
It's killing me, Love
My voice never wavered - steady all through.
just once*
just once
*you should have listened to me
and believed in you*
***i once felt ruined and ripped apart
i just smile now
remembering that I can sew***
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
Sometimes I have these thoughts
They cause my stomach to tie up in knots
They tend to whisper, hidden in the seems
But when I'm alone they scream
Oh they scream
They scream and they scream and they scream
Engulfing me in their truth or their lies
The lies, oh the lies that it cries
They scream out these things
To make a rope swing
To hurt myself in the strangest of means
They point out every flaw, me it demeans
They tell me of the love I'll never receive
Tearing away every piece of me
Causing me to bleed
Oh to bleed is the only relief
Sometimes I have these thoughts
They cause my stomach to tie up in knots
They tend to whisper, hidden in the seems
But when I'm alone...
They scream
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
I'm not afraid to tell you I love you
Just afraid you won't need me
So independent will my passes at you be in vain?
I could make you feel special yet
You indulge all that demeans
Like a discarded servant
You live to be controlled only by
Those who have no interest
My minds draws a blank when I think of us
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
Animals have suffered more from negative language stereotyping than all the others, and demeans them so constantly that they created an environment that allows all sorts of cruelties, many too horrendous to describe!
An animal is 'it' instead of 'he' or 'she', this perpetuates our view of them as 'things' rather than individuals and is a major first step towards cutting them up for meat and leather, testing drugs/cosmetics/ household products on their bodies, and tearing off their coats for furs!!!
Those who have pets are referred to as 'owners' rather than guardians/care givers/companions, reinforcing the idea that they are property much as slaves were considered property.
***** rat
Filthy pig
Acting like an ***
***** dog
She's a *****
Ugly duckling
There's more than one way to skin a cat
Behaving like an animal
Making a monkey out of someone
Killing 2 birds with one stone
Working like a horse
You're chicken
There are many more! Please think before uttering them and tell others.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
I want to live in the
deepest parts of your mind,
Where I can dream of you
in colors that don't exist.
Where love has no boundaries,
Or limits.
To see only as far as our eyes
will let us.
We are but one thread within eachother,
A merge of flocking feathers.
I shall catch your heart in its midst
to endure the sadness that only we can imagine,
As we drift away from the pain that only hurts.
Time is the only thing I sacrifice.
How much will she steal from me?
Beauty is beyond relentless.
She demeans the meaning of love,
Only but a nightmare I have dreamed of.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
They see a man, wearing saffron,
Sitting alone in the varendah of a broken temple;
I, along with the temple, am a relic to them,
A past,
Significance faded to obscurity,
There to be looked and frowned upon.
They shun my beliefs and question my faith,
"Why do you believe?
How do you believe?"
They take my silence for cowardice,
My credence as foolish.
"I am a dandelion", I say, head high in pride,
"And He the wind that destroys my body,
Makes my soul infinite."
Their laughter demeans me.
Yet I stay strong,
Believe me, I do.
But sometimes,
On beautiful, lonely nights,
I just stare at the rock that you are,
And cry as faith eludes me.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
yeah everybody
peep me and my scenery
in the ghettos
where y'all find me
sippin' cheap brewery
with the flossin jewelry
breakin the slavery
mentality placed on me
since I was a baby
I knew something was wrong
white superiority
think they got the authority
to rule ove us blacks
as a minority but majority
waking up
to the ********
blacks folks history
ain't start on no slave ships
that's just a cover
to keeps us under
the thrills of the concrete jungle yeah we rumble
as problems grow
thicker than Louisiana gumbo I know
I'm infinite with this rhyme I kick
like cement laid to bricks
I'm building foundation
unification to the black nation
fist in the air
guns right here
waitin for their infiltration cuz....
breaking suspense
cuz I'm angelic sent
In the forms of embezzlement
hell naw this ain't
embellishment
tryna **** The racist ***
establishment they got me bent
crooked I in the media eyes lies
told on the tv screen
Envisions us in a prisons dream
and it seems
they get off on
the blacks man's bling
but hate it when we sing
about the cultural things
that destroy our demeans
I'm after the cream
with my team
yeah we taking over
better discover nations
soon to uncover
the lost treasures
my black skin is a curse and blessing got em stressing
and guessing
my next moves which proves
my point
let gun anoint
ya mind body and soul
I see you growing cold
that's just the entrance
through hells vestibule
knocking out comps
like Marciano
black as Othello
paint a perfect ******
call me the rap Michelangelo
if you ain't feelin my flow
meet ya wifey
death it's six feet below
come on....
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
Ego is evil
Ego is shallow
Ego is society’s self image
Ego is a false sense of self worth
It demeans others
Ego thinks he’s better
A false sense of perception
Ego only masks our insecurities
Ego strips us from love and light
It is transparent
Ego is evil
Ego is a gift from the devil
It consumes us with darkness
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
I look back at the mess I made with my life the people i heart. The dreams i have r you fading away and i can't reach you. i called your name but you did not answer I ran after you but could not keep up. I fell in a bottomless pint with those demeans but i awoke to an angle YOU were that angle
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
You have to let it go
Lose control
Unthink
Penetrate
Lockness gone
The bizzare twist
Ironic plots
Synchronisations sake
Alive
Feel fuel burning
From fingertips light
Inhaling conscience
Desires
Center points
Plotting x and z
On scalic demeans
Concentrate
On the higher
Things
Ploring through
Time zonic tonic
Discussion closed
Rebirth
Reaknowledge
Stories told
Simple and divine
Asking heiresses
Jabbing hearts
Reliquient unheard of
Fortunes found
For hours on end
She will
Be mine
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
When someone says something hurtful to you,demeans you,insults you or humiliates you....you will feel angry and hurt and undoubtedly you have every right to feel so...but at that moment tell yourself this-"i will never do this to any person, what this person just did to me."
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC