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"demeans" poems
1099 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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My Cocoon tightens—Colors tease—
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 ;)
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
HBD!/Happy Birthday to Dani Chase!
*~ 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.*
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
Waves at Sundown
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.
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
Shower
*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!
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Lessons from the Miser
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
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
Perspective
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.
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
war
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
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
Arrogance
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?
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Religion?
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.
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Thought for theDay LXIX(69)
*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*
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
Two Faces
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.
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
All Quiet on the Western Front (2012)
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.
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*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***
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
Scars
*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***
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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
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Screams
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
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
Friends with Benedicts
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.
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Stereotypes
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.
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
Dream catcher
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.
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
The Last Man Of Faith
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....
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
the Love Song
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....
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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
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
Ego
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
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
Untitled
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
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
Inhaling conscience Desires
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."
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
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