"nagger" poems - Hello Poetry

pity the brute beast who pits his cunning against the nagger general's

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May 3, 2015

May 3, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC

deadwood-haiku

pity the brute beast

pity the brute beast who pits his cunning against the nagger general's

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Alieness I am a lover not a fighter Sad that as we walk our ropes get tighter I am a hugger not a hater Sad that we hate instead of love one another I am a nurturer not a nagger Sad that we enjoy using words as daggers I am a peacemaker not a pot-stirer Sad that we lie and lose trust in one another I am a human not an alieness Sad that we deny ourselves instead of jointly progress

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Jul 27, 2013

Jul 27, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC

amandatk8

Alieness

Alieness I am a lover not a fighter Sad that as we walk our ropes get tighter I am a hugger not a hater Sad that we hate instead of love one another I am a nurturer not a nagger Sad that we enjoy using words as daggers I am a peacemaker not a pot-stirer Sad that we lie and lose trust in one another I am a human not an alieness Sad that we deny ourselves instead of jointly progress

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Once a dream begging for freedom now a reality begging for liberation The pigment of black civilization Wealth is a meal prepared with the tears of the privileged I see as far as i am, buried in the ashes of poor growth, A tale of the nagger stays short, were illiterates speak with a loose mouthpiece, were i live with my hands on my head, My Soul to mouth, A day for a knife and bread, Another for the morn of sweet, I see graduates asking for a clocks, As the future is now, Make hail they say because the sun stopped shinning, for my lamp is short of oil, Just like in Xenadu- kubla khan said it flows but my vision is dull now, Change is when you have changed, For is there no morals for being different, A preacher is as good as his book of salvation, For his follower would soon build a tower of stone against his WISDOM

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Oct 22, 2016

Oct 22, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC

ududua-ajirioghene-odirivere

Black Nigeria

Once a dream begging for freedom now a reality begging for liberation The pigment of black civilization Wealth is a meal prepared with the tears of the privileged I see as far as i am, buried in the ashes of poor growth, A tale of the nagger stays short, were illiterates speak with a loose mouthpiece, were i live with my hands on my head, My Soul to mouth, A day for a knife and bread, Another for the morn of sweet, I see graduates asking for a clocks, As the future is now, Make hail they say because the sun stopped shinning, for my lamp is short of oil, Just like in Xenadu- kubla khan said it flows but my vision is dull now, Change is when you have changed, For is there no morals for being different, A preacher is as good as his book of salvation, For his follower would soon build a tower of stone against his WISDOM

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TIMID, Quitter, loser, liar, fake, LOVER, daydreamer, schemer, DOWN TO EARTH, lazy, cold, selfish, corrupt, COMEDIAN, addict, abuser, shallow, BIG HEARTED, ugly, hater, user, BRAVE, deciever, GIVER, opportunist, betrayer, CREATIVE, self-centered, HELPFULL, con-artist, chicken, idiot, SHY, nagger, THOUGHTFUL, crybaby, actor, HONEST, cheater, adulterer, crazy, AMBITIOUS.

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Oct 8, 2014

Oct 8, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC

jose-gonzalez

BEAUTY AMONGST THE UGLY

TIMID, Quitter, loser, liar, fake, LOVER, daydreamer, schemer, DOWN TO EARTH, lazy, cold, selfish, corrupt, COMEDIAN, addict, abuser, shallow, BIG HEARTED, ugly, hater, user, BRAVE, deciever, GIVER, opportunist, betrayer, CREATIVE, self-centered, HELPFULL, con-artist, chicken, idiot, SHY, nagger, THOUGHTFUL, crybaby, actor, HONEST, cheater, adulterer, crazy, AMBITIOUS.

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She is street lights and I am walking She is medication and I am allergic reaction She is Christmas eve and I am Monday She is first in line and I am defaulted She is mosh pit and I am a ghost town She is antique furnitures and I am an old man She is every note and I am guitar strings She is art and I am a hand She is used to be and I am toxic She is 5 minutes ago and I am so late She is family tree and I am a wall She is rescue team and I am a soccer ball She is winter and I am a nagger She is happening and I am never

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Jan 1, 2015

Jan 1, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC

patrick-d

She (part 2)

She is street lights and I am walking She is medication and I am allergic reaction She is Christmas eve and I am Monday She is first in line and I am defaulted She is mosh pit and I am a ghost town She is antique furnitures and I am an old man She is every note and I am guitar strings She is art and I am a hand She is used to be and I am toxic She is 5 minutes ago and I am so late She is family tree and I am a wall She is rescue team and I am a soccer ball She is winter and I am a nagger She is happening and I am never

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Oh Silence, What is your true form? Silence cold and silence warm. Silence is gold and money is power and power corrupts So on one side silence destructs as an epic dictator. The high card to any hand, though some may deem you bland, your flavorlessness is not without potency, for boldly you cry for attention, the throbbing emptiness louder and louder erupts when broken by words, making any and all sound absurd. You are the quintessential nagger, The silent treatment, a dagger to the heart. Your are the ultimate obscurity, For one could hide eternity behind that shroud of nothingness. You are death, For only the lifeless lack that subtly murmured breath. But silence doesn’t stop there, for it wouldn’t be fair To compare that pure soundless air to a dictator and not a peacemaker. A moment of quiet amongst the riot of life is enough, Enough to rebuff that ignorance, that helplessness, that stuff, Which drags beneath the busy current of a day. What other way could you flush out the reverberating noise Echoing, toying with your mind. In the midst of the cacophony silence is ecstasy. Silence, the epitome of reverence, For when your body, and even tongue bends in awe, It is submission so raw, words cannot contend. Silence is true. Before a word is vocalized it has already been compromised, Perverted to imbue a hint of meaning separate from reality. Thus the purity of silence, how can one twist what does not exist? But am I any further to understand, The abilities which silence has? It is a gift; it is a curse. To a deaf man constant, to a husband the adverse. Both dangerous and humorous, but to delve into the depths of quiet is most arduous. Since we shall never know, the extent that silence goes It has secrets it shall never show.

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Jun 1, 2014

Jun 1, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC

mitchell-mays

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Oh Silence, What is your true form? Silence cold and silence warm. Silence is gold and money is power and power corrupts So on one side silence destructs as an epic dictator. The high card to any hand, though some may deem you bland, your flavorlessness is not without potency, for boldly you cry for attention, the throbbing emptiness louder and louder erupts when broken by words, making any and all sound absurd. You are the quintessential nagger, The silent treatment, a dagger to the heart. Your are the ultimate obscurity, For one could hide eternity behind that shroud of nothingness. You are death, For only the lifeless lack that subtly murmured breath. But silence doesn’t stop there, for it wouldn’t be fair To compare that pure soundless air to a dictator and not a peacemaker. A moment of quiet amongst the riot of life is enough, Enough to rebuff that ignorance, that helplessness, that stuff, Which drags beneath the busy current of a day. What other way could you flush out the reverberating noise Echoing, toying with your mind. In the midst of the cacophony silence is ecstasy. Silence, the epitome of reverence, For when your body, and even tongue bends in awe, It is submission so raw, words cannot contend. Silence is true. Before a word is vocalized it has already been compromised, Perverted to imbue a hint of meaning separate from reality. Thus the purity of silence, how can one twist what does not exist? But am I any further to understand, The abilities which silence has? It is a gift; it is a curse. To a deaf man constant, to a husband the adverse. Both dangerous and humorous, but to delve into the depths of quiet is most arduous. Since we shall never know, the extent that silence goes It has secrets it shall never show.

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