"meghan" poems
i was told i could be anything,
so i chose to be a feminist
because
when i suggested my father help with the laundry,
my mother told me i was crazy.
because
meghan tranior's "all about that bass"
is telling bigger girls to be comfortable in their own skin
because skinny girls already do, right?
because
i'd like to make as much as my male coworkers.
because
i was laughed at for wanting to be a doctor instead of a housewife.
because
people look at me strange when i say i don't want kids.
because
when i gave a speech about feminism in my english class,
i was called a man-hater.
because
"my shoulders distract the boy's education".
because
my mom shouldn't have to worry
about what goes in my drink at concerts.
i will be a feminist until
i can tell my boyfriend
"no babe, i'd rather watch the movie"
and i am not told
"you're depriving him of his needs".
until
my body is my body.
until
i no longer have to carry pepper spray on a keychain.
until
women in foreign countries can vote and drive.
until
woman means human.
until
we understand **** culture
and feminism isn't just about women,
it's about humans.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
The beautiful girl with the raven hair.
A sleeve of pain she doesn’t remember.
A past of stolen innocence and growing up too fast.
A life of raising her sisters but losing her daughter, because money doesn’t grow on trees and 22 weeks was all the time she could get.
A heart of gold but a facade of steel, too scared to let anyone back in.
A soul that rages of fire, power, and more grit than anyone I’ve met.
A future that my heart wishes for her more than she will ever know.
She will get everything she desires.
Her sobriety will be the medal around her neck.
Her life will be the trophy she won back.
And her beautiful children will be the emblem of strength that let them be born.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
Seven year old Meghan boasted after school
that she already knew who she was to marry --
His name was Jack
and she had cold, hard facts
to back up her theory
on why he would be her perfect husband
"He's not crazy and we both like legos"
Fair enough.
*if only we never grew out of our old toys,
never stopped building and re-building what got torn down
brick by brick
maybe then I'd still be hiding in the closet
kissing eddie martin with the lights off*
But neither of us like legos anymore
and I guess we're both slightly crazy
Meghan will learn soon enough
that after a while you will step on too many legos
and you will have had enough
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
She draws Crayola green meadows
in which she frolics and laughs
snuggling up to her
imaginary daddy whom she colors
in unstraight multi-hued stripes
accessorized by a large
unselfish heart in brick red
proudly erupting from his chest.
Her sepia brown-blob puppy is
rediculously happy,
just like her
holding the perfect father
she has always dreamed he is.
Together they stare at
blue construction paper skies
and cotton ball clouds
discovering sailing ships,
famous people heads,
and all the animals they will see
on the day he comes
to take her to the zoo.
~
He labors intently within the lines
coloring subdivided spaces
in one direction just the way
he would teach her
if she were here.
Pressing into the bold
outline on a tiger tail
he hears her giggle in his thoughts.
He closes the book
each page fully given life
placing it on the teetering pile of
earlier masterpieces
filed beside his desk
where he and his daughter stored
the art they created
on regular dates they never had.
He rises on the ritual of completion
toward his omnipresent closet
full of stacked and redundant "if onlys",
each one shaped as
a 64-count box
purchased and purchased again
with every book
he intended to share
on their next wax pencil excursion.
On his toes,
one more "if only" goes to the top.
He still colors.
She still dreams.
~
An Orange/Red sun drew itself
out of the bleacher tiered palate
and hung high betwixt
her cottonball clouds
29 years from the start.
Daddy holds his daughter in deep embrace
while a secret artiste' paints
a tiny translucent drop
on her quivering cheek.
The diligence of construction-paper prayers
are answered in the evidence that
there is no crayon for clear...
it is a tear,
and we are really here.
(I love you my precious girl, with every color in the box :-))
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
The secret’s out – Hip! Hip! Horray!
Meghan Markle has had her way:
no papparazzi just a note to state..
..gold framed upon the palace gate..
a baby born to her and Prince Harry.
It was a very private affair - narry
a Home Secretary was there to see
the birth - a custom ended by decree:
though historically meant as inclusion
t’was deemed at last a male intrusion.
Now in an age where all is bi-
ethnic black and white tie
parently neat and true
with the royal blood line’s
red, white, and blue.
By George! To Will and Kate
in poetry - I must relate
there is no comparison
other than that word
rhymes with Harrison.
Hey. Nonny. Nay.
Alack a day -
I must away,
for this verse done and said
I could withall lose my head.
Tobias
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 6:54 AM UTC
Edit
I will not ring the bell!
by Meghan RakChazak Gibbs on Wednesday, 17 August 2011 at 12:10 ·
It's not to late,
I will not ring the bell!
God, I give you my all,
I will not ring the bell!
I have not given into temptation,
I will not ring the bell!
Teaching has fallen on deaf ears,
I will not ring the bell!
My God has not forsaken me,
I will not ring the bell!
The Lord has given me strength,
I will not ring the bell!
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will not ring the bell!
Though the cords of death entangle me,
I will not ring the bell!
Though the anguish of the grave came upon me,
I will not ring the bell!
In the time to die and to weep,
I will not ring the bell!
When I feel alone, lost and confused,
I will not ring the bell!
I will not ring the bell!
I WILL NOT RING THE BELL!!!!!!
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 1:17 PM UTC
now that the duchess of Sussex
has been incorporated into the
firm
she must wear regulation tights
which will make her legs
squirm
before she wed Harry she'd show
an excessive bit of shin
skin
this is no longer possible at garden
parties inside the palace's
inn
a strict dress code was imposed
on every component of
attire
for queen Betty wants Meghan
properly decked out to
admire
we can expect more formal kit
being part of her
wardrobe
when she travels around the world
representing England's finest
lobe
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
Dear future husband,
Here's a few things
You'll need to know if you wanna be
My one and only all my life
Take me on a date
I deserve a break
And don't forget the flowers every anniversary
'Cause if you'll treat me right
I'll be the perfect wife
Buying groceries
Buy-buying what you need
You got that 9 to 5
But, baby, so do I
So don't be thinking I'll be home and baking apple pies
I never learned to cook
But I can find a hook
Sing along with me
Sing-sing along with me (hey)
You gotta know how to treat me like a lady
Even when I'm acting crazy
Tell me everything's alright
Dear future husband,
Here's a few things you'll need to know if you want to be
My one and only all my life
Dear future husband,
If you wanna get that special lovin'
Tell me I'm beautiful each and every night
After every fight
Just apologize
And maybe then I'll let you try and rock my body right
Even if I was wrong
You know I'm never wrong
Why disagree?
Why, why disagree?
You gotta know how to treat me like a lady
Even when I'm acting crazy
Tell me everything's alright
Dear future husband,
Here's a few things
You'll need to know if you want to be
My one and only all my life (hey, baby)
Dear future husband,
Make time for me
Don't leave me lonely
And know we'll never see your family more than mine
I'll be sleeping on the left side of the bed (hey)
Open doors for me and you might get some kisses
Don't have a ***** mind
Just be a classy guy
Buy me a ring
Buy-buy me a ring, babe
You gotta know how to treat me like a lady
Even when I'm acting crazy
Tell me everything's alright
Dear future husband,
Here's a few things
You'll need to know if you want to be
My one and only all my life
Dear future husband,
If you wanna get that special loving
Tell me I'm beautiful each and every night
Future husband, better love me right
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
Turn the "M" sideways.
Marshal Mathers
Marilyn Monroe
Marilyn Manson
Matthew McConaughey
Meghan Markle
Mac Miller
Melissa McCarthy
Mads Mikkelsen
Mandy Moore
Max Minghella
Malcom McDowell
M.J (M) 13+(J) 10 = 23 (two threes) 33
Michael Jordan
Michael Jackson
Michael Johnson
Magic Johnson
**** Jagger
Marc Jacobs
Milla Jovovich
Montel Jordan
C.C (C) 3+(C) 3 = (Two Threes)
Chevy Chase
Cindy Crawford
Chelsea Clinton
Courtney ***
Chris Cornel
Christopher Columbus
Charlie Chaplin
Camila Cabello
Chris Cuomo
Chuck Connors
B.C or C.B (B) 2+(C) 3 = (Two Threes)
Bill Clinton
Bill Cosby
Bradley Cooper
Benedict Cumberbatch
Billy Crystal
Ben Carson
Chadwick Boseman
Christian Bale
Chris Brown
Charles Bronson
Chris Benoit
Companies Hiding Evil Numbers
BBC=223 Skull and bones 322 (biblical) just Google 322 bible. They are trying to become God's. Eat from the tree of life and live forever. What do you think that means?
WWE Flip the letters around and you get 333. For 33.3
CNN logo is CW for 33 (C)3 + (W) flipped is a 3
F.O.X in the hebrew alphabet is 666
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 5:51 AM UTC
One: I am born, brown eyed and screaming
Two: I am four years old, people compliment my sisters exotic green eyes. Are mine ugly?
Three: I am seven, and I am thinner than her. I win.
Four: I am eleven and I lie about my weight. I wish I was skinny.
Five: I am thirteen, refusing to eat
Six: I am fourteen and empty. I cut every inch of my body
Seven: I am fifteen and miserable. I contemplate suicide
Eight: I am sixteen and medicated. Meghan killed herself. I am bones. Am I alive?
Nine: I am seventeen and I ache, but I am healing
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
You are my sunshine
As well as my moonshine
With this gaze, intoxicated
so full of love that it can only be translated when demonstrated.
Fascinated by the waves of patience
To you, I'm yours truly dedicated.
Syncopated stains will not extinguish the flames, for we soar hand in hand after leaps of faith.
In each other we've made a safe place.
Putting the om in home lifts the expression on my face, leaving every trace of what was for that sweet, now taste.
We aid each other
to chase what we crave.
Exercising limitlessness
Our souls have already been saved.
Happy that we took a chance to be brave.
A moment in time is all it took to see your grace. Crossing paths at last to live in harmony at our own pace
I work for us, not just the monetary means,
That gentleman we encountered had it right last year in New Orleans
Now you lay, head already in dreams.
My Sun and my moon, I still feel your bright beams.
I have no worries, because we make an unbreakable team.
I'll nuzzle you soon and always be the shoulder on which you can lean.
The kisses are coming,
just you wait and see.
Thank you for all the times you fixed me up some tea,
and reminded me to breathe.
I now have enough stillness to take on life with ease.
Let's continue to wondrously grow together,
and show time our eternity~
I love you Meghan <3
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
They married in the merry month of May
at Windsor Castle - Hey Noney Ney!
So, Meghan and Prince Harry
decided not to tarry.
Now a baby’s on the way.
next Spring - they say..
The Queen’s amused
The Duke’s bemused
Prince Charles enthused:
saying to Duchess Camilla,
“A Jolly Good Show! Oh Joy!”
Said she: “A girl or boy?”
Said HRH "Don't tease.
One or the other -
no transgender if you please,
nor talk of Succession
to threaten my Accession.”
TOBIAS
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
Queen for a day.
Prisoner for life.
Her 'crimes':
New mother and wife;
A woman of color
Thinking for herself;
Just leave her be, please,
Lest history repeat itself.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 7:25 AM UTC
I've got my very own Puck and Ash
I am their Meghan chase
Jose
Puck
A trickster
that takes
nothing too
seriously
a smirk
every present
a joke
always being told
But behind that smile
behind that joke
there is just a boy
wanting to love his princess
but never able to
Matt
Ash
Silent and brooding
as cold as ice
hide behind your walls
a dark knight
in a world so bright
Bound by Honor
and ever
the gentleman
But behind the walls
behind the darkness
there is just boy
Loving a princess
Who loves him back
Nicole
Meghan
Stuck in her mortal world
best friend
who will always be in her heart
who loves him
But not the way he wants
who danced with darkness
with no fear
and fell head over heels
Whose best friend
and love of her life
hate each other
with feirce passion
her dark Knight vowing
to end the others life
Uneasy Truce
Draw up between them
The dark prince
and the Trickster
Just to keep their
princess happy.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
Isn’t it hard to believe
Someone would give their life
For you and for me?
Leaving behind a husband or wife
Maybe they had children
A few brothers or sisters
At least a million
Fallen Mrs. and Mr’s
Never again will they see the glow
Of a warm, welcoming light
Feel the chill of powdery snow
For a rare Christmas of white
Not even one last goodbye
To those in their lives who mattered
Just a peaceful sigh
From the soldier who is tattered
These strangers who lay down their lives
Are hidden everywhere
So thank he who survives
Show them that you care
©Meghan Weatherford
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
There will be times when the storms in the ocean seem to swell;
When the skies above darken and the whispers start to yell
When you feel like the only soul left in this world,
And the corner is refuge to your weakened body curled
I'll tell you now, sweet child of the early and free years,
Those rosy cheeks of yours will become home to many tears.
And the sad times will seem too big for your little eyes.
But whenever you feel lost, just look to the skies.
Broken hearts will come and go like the seasons
And troubles will come on occasion, lacking reasons.
But we come from a long line of strong hearts,
And these bad times and sad times are all beautiful parts
Of the astounding and wonderful life you've yet to live.
So don't cry now, but think of what you have now to give
In a world that sometimes seems a little dark and a little grim,
Fill it will love, and hope: happiness stuffed to the brim.
So little girl of the past:
This world is so vast,
And filled with little time
So please, remember this rhyme
And wipe your tears little child
And I'll look back on this day, as one when you smiled.
Love Always,
Meghan
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
Oh girlie, girlie!
Oh Meghan, Meghan!
I must confess,
I still believe (still believe),
That I can crash to the ground!
Give me a sign,
To give me the clap Meghan one more time!
Oh girlie, girlie!
Oh Rebecca, Rebecca!
I'm addicted to you.
Don't you know that you're flamboyant!
And I love what you do.
Don't you know that you're flamboyant!
Oh girlie, girlie!
Oh Daniel, Daniel!
I think I did it again,
I made you believe that I can fly,
Oh Daniel!
To pet a cat like that is just so typically me.
Oh girlie, girlie!
**** I did it again!
I tried to pet a kitty cat!
Oh girlie, girlie!
Oh Anna, Anna!
I think I made you believe that I can touch the sky.
**** You think that I can touch the sky.
Oh girlie, girlie!
I'm not that cynical !
You see my problem is this,
band people,
Wishing I had a rainbow mouth .
Oh girlie, girlie!
Oh Meghan, Meghan!
Oh Rebecca, Rebecca!
Oh Daniel, Daniel!
Oh Anna, Anna!
I must confess,
I still believe (still believe),
That I can crash to the ground!
Give me a sign,
To give me the clap Meghan one more time!
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
I hate my memory
When it notices the date is a six,
Because that's the day we built a love out of sticks.
I hate my hair
When it's long enough to flutter down to my chest,
Because that's when you thought it looked the best.
I hate my songs
When one that I edited the lyrics of plays,
Because it reminds me of those happy days.
I hate my words
When they remind me of yours,
Because they can make a person crawl on all fours.
I hate my mood
When it reminds me of how I felt dealing with you,
Because my face is red with rage but I feel so blue.
But before I say adieu,
I have one final hate for you.
I hate my poems
When they're written about you, Miss Meghan Green,
Because they're so obscene.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
. The Firm.
The stiff, the taut and the firm,
unyielding unbending uncaring.
Maligning of Meghan, Palace
escape goat, sins of empire
came back to haunt them.
Di and Dye, the indelible
stains of a royal banner.
Remove *The Harp, we
want no part of it.
Ryan O'Leary. 31st Dec 2022
Dec 30, 2022
Dec 30, 2022 at 5:20 AM UTC
please, try me
I have nothing left to lose and nothing left to prove
***** I've been bending over backwards all for you
**** you
I'm through
I don't ever want to see another inch of you
or hear another word from you
you see this? these ******* scars?
I've got close to a thousand thanks to you
yes you
take the ******* blame for once
you told me while I was lying on the tracks
"I'd be better off"
so I took those pills to numb my thoughts
and grant your ******* wish for me
to be dead and buried deep beneath
then you can't even take responsibility
for what you ******* said to me
you coward
you were too busy ******* meghan e to be bothered
so **** you
I'm through
I don't ever want to see another inch of you
or hear another word from you
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
Tucked away in a corner, lay a wooden ruler blending in with the past. Flat as a floorboard and weathered as a dock. There are layers of built-up ink, graphite, marker and paint along one of its long edges—the side with the incrementation, naturally. As though differentiation demands to be marked. Deep, erratic gouges from the seven and three-quarters to eleven inch mark suggest a moment of frustration—perhaps a project under the gun or a predisposition to flying off the handle. On its back are ten “safety rules” geared towards teaching children how to avoid dangerous missteps with strangers. Things like: “Never Hitchhike—NEVER!”, or “Never Tell Callers That You’re Home Alone” and “Never Accept Toys, Candy, Rides, Money or Medicine From Strangers”. However well-intentioned this small piece of wood may have been, the owner used a thick, black marker to write “MEGhan’s ruler” across them and actually painted over two rules with it—namely: “Always Play or Walk With Friends” and “Never Give Your Name or Address To A Stranger”. Additionally, there is a line etched through the safety in “safety rules” as well as the same blacked-out treatment given to the other end with the two rules. This person was clearly a child and, most probably, was more worried about other kids taking her stuff than getting kidnapped by a stranger. Yet here lies the ruler with no account of Meghan’s current whereabouts or condition. Needless to say, one cannot rule out the intervention of a stranger in her life at some point. On the other hand, maybe she just got tired of measuring things.
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC
Rachel and Adrian met at a barbecue
Kate and Jake at summer camp
Marlin and Samuel have been together since second grade
All of this unplanned
True love arrives and once there
Turns into forever
Garrick went to the home of a childhood friend
Meghan was there
Seven years later they married
Amy and Wayne met through mutual friends
You just never know where and when it will happen
Somehow it always does
Then there's Emma and Benjamin,
She went on 116 dates, almost a lost cause she thought
It was only his third date off the internet, but they took
These are announcements in the newspaper on this very day
How the married couples met
To the world they are now united
This is about the get
They went all the way
Meet Nora and Samuel, who both worked at a sandwich shop
They took off in a car to see the states, platonic at the start
A first kiss led to many more, now they are of one heart
It was a dinner party for Kelly and David
Nathalie and Max met at Georgetown U
So the only question remaining
Is when it will happen to you?
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
Peter (my bf) flew away early this morning,
like Shakespeare’s eagle, “leaving no tracks.”
Now I lie here, as a leftover or Millais’ drowned ‘Ophelia’.
That’s an image ripped from adolescent, female visual culture.
Time‘s adversarial magic drags us ever future-wise,
eroding sweet moments we would cling to.
Shall we poetize?
I want a quiet afternoon,
on the bright side of the moon.
It’s an actual-factual place,
convenient, in close outer space,
like mythical Elysium, Shangri-La or Valhalla
where I’d still be intertwined with my fella,
like characters from literature or legend.
A place where “I’ll get to it tomorrow,”
is, alas, an everlasting pass,
because on the dusty, unreeling moon,
tomorrow never arrives,
our lovers never have to go,
and we can relax, ******** clothed,
simply enjoying the everlasting earthrise.
.
.
Songs for this:
To The Moon by Meghan Trainor
Moon River by Frank Ocean
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 3:50 PM UTC