"proudness" poems
we have been blessed with womanhood.
not in a biological sense, nor a societal one,
but a blessing, due to our values.
no man could ever make my blood so darkly crimson
make my heart race, beat
in places within me for which
i should be so condemned.
i live for the subtle pain
of lying down once
you've torn my back to shreds–
it's the ghost of you keeping me on my toes.
i want the wine to hit you like it hits me
like it makes me want you
what it makes me want
to do to you
the way the black and grey lines
make your face in my mind
and the screaming color which
you actually are
and on occasion–i am taken to
that place
where my clinical proudness
(and therefore, reserve)
is gone
and it doesn't matter except
that you are mine and
i simply want to make that
very ******* clear
every time i look at you
i want you to know
that i am thinking about
the most carnal viciousness
and how it might
feel to be wanted
by you
how it might feel to
have you screaming
my name into my neck
how it might feel
sweet god among women
in my bed
let me tear apart the stitches in
your skirt
my dream
is to not have to sacrifice
one for the other–
as in,
you wanting me
for me taking you.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
Oh, how the mighty art fallen
Lucifer, son of the morning star
Behooved by manner of thy own devices
How pompous thou hadst become to refuse to bend thy knee to man
It was pride that filled thee to burst
Had it not been but a few millenia later
Even your knee would have bent to the King of Glory
Whenst He did stoop down to the level of man
Even you wouldst have cried out "Lord, Lord wouldst thou not take upon thyself my raiment of glory? Clothe yourself as a king, not as a commoner."
Were it so much that us being made of dirt and you of fire that your proudness could render thee blind to our beauty as endowed by our shared Creator?
Though our mediums be different, were the Crafter's hands not the same?
Wouldst thou haft only humbled thyself, a different world we could have
I pity and thank thee, oh fallen one
For showing me how not to be
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Be brave.
Be proud.
You're strong and mighty.
Don't let any other human being tell you otherwise.
Be you, why be less?
Show you're proudness through the way you live your life.
Make people wonder how can one be so proud.
Hold on to faith It's self. And hold on to Gods hand, let Him lead you threw the hard times.
You are unique and one of a kind. Hold on to what makes you, you.
Simply be kind to yourself. And motivate others.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC
It is 4AM.
I am alone on the city
Illuminated pretty
By the glow of desolate streetlights.
Each building stood tall,
Proud
Crowded by its neighbours;
and I am scaring the landscape.
I prowl from street to street
Wondering who I'll meet
Trawling slowly from
one corner to the next.
And I'm alone, lost in this place
Left to search an empty basement
Full of junk I'd rather forget
That clings to me incessant.
This area a purgatory
And I am my own Jesus.
I burn at the stake,
faking proudness.
Not even Judas could appreciate this effort.
May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 11:20 AM UTC
I wish you could see my face right now my proudness starting to fade. You feel like beating yourself up and I can't get it through that it's the positive choice you've made.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
Be proud to be white.
Be proud to be black.
Be proud to be Latino.
Not to the point you called a racist.
That's not truly what proudness is about.
Be proud to be Italians, German, really any nationality.
Except not to the point of being called a bigot.
That defeats the purpose of what proud is about?
It's not about a flag waving to create a disturbance.
Or pump fist with bad intention even if you're claiming it represent being united.
Be proud to be, whatever?
As long as it's serving a principle in life.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
She lies patiently while her babes drink from her body
She is calm after eating the meal delivered by her mate
He sits in front of her protective of her and his young cubs
She bats almost playfully at a blade of irritating grass that
Has been tickling her ear for what seems like a long time
The pups now sleep their tiny months still on her sore teats
She is calmer now for the run is over but inside something
Stirs maybe her female ancestors showing her new patterns
A new way of understanding almost forgotten by the others
She looks at her babies and softly purrs in her proudness
They **** absently in their sleep twitching in new dreams
She is relaxed serene could almost be sleeping herself
But do not be fooled by this white lionessfor she is strong
And she will fight to the death for her family her clan and
Her pride they are her reason for living her reason for being
She gently licks each of her cubs heads being extra careful
To avoid touching them with her huge sharp teeth thinking
Best to leave me and mine alone it's best not to try to hurt us
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
Ten –
I loved you much
Nine –
As not anyone before.
Eight –
I forgave you a lot of
Seven –
Falsehood and lots more.
Six –
I threw into whirlpool.
Five –
I suffered meanness.
Four –
When it was cold,
Three –
I gave up proudness.
Two –
I waited for love in return,
One –
But I didn’t wait.
While I was waiting for your love,
My love got lost for late.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
You know just from the sound that rain has come your way
a freshness in the air a greyness in the day
it rained on jubilee like never rained all year
a wash down in our street fair
a dampness in the air
I like a bit of rain please say all of in the night
but in the day of celebrate a deluge was our sight
the spirit of the nation took over from the pour
to wish our queen a longer reign and thank her from our hearts
They stood all day and waved away and smiled from ear to ear
they are our family said and all our royals through the years
To stand with honour in anthem sung I waved our nations flag
a proudness in the nation back our wondrous union jacks
we saw her dance and clap in thanks for many hard at work
to celebrate her 60 years.... a life all in life ..one job
a million lined the banks to see a thousand boats in line
this was a day to celebrate our nations joy and pride
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 12:00 AM UTC
Some has been anointed.
Some has been appointed.
Still I doubt they understand the power of God.
Then again, they just might.
Genesis lay out God's plans explicitly.
Just by speaking things THEY came to be.
He created heaven.
He created earth.
He formed it.
He molded it.
And with his Spirit moved upon the waters.
And God said, Let there be light.
Just by mentioning the word, it came to be.
And God said, Let there be firmament in the midst of the waters.
Just the mentioning of words, things came to be.
Of course, there's more to, what he spoke?
Just to know, God said it.
And it appeared shows the power of his strength.
And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be placed together.
And it was so.
Just writing a poem about things people heard.
But never read Genesis to truly know.
And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass and various other things.
And that came to be.
Who doubt God?
Probably doubt many things.
Just by mentioning mere words our earth came into existence.
God deserves to be heard.
And He don't ever seek the attention.
It's there for us to see.
We should magnify God with proudness.
Even if its before an Atheist.
God's not offended, if they don't know.
He have found many amongst them that didn't know.
Glory,be to God.
Copyrighted by Jeffrey T Conyers
Note: It wasn't written to offend anyone. PEACE.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 10:34 AM UTC
Ain’t a hard, ***** brown shell
(Not a veneer covering that I’m lost)
Ain’t any edible white liquor inside me
(My black roots stops me from being uprooted)
Ain’t just colour for an outer layer
(The proudness that comes with being a god)
Ain’t no coconut, I’m being me
(Without using your stupid stereotype to judge my blackness by)
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 3:00 PM UTC
I can't write the words to this poem
yet when i get a word they just keep on flowin'
tryin' to listen to the sounds of nature while the wind is blowin'
you look up to one person thinking they are all knowing
yet when you write a rhyme so good the crowd starts woeing
large with proudness you start glowing
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
Sometimes the wind reveals my feelings
The flight of thoughts it's hurting me...
I dream about a lot of spinnings
My life have offered as a fee...
But flying it's all that really matters
And that's the way a human bean,
Twisted by storms, caress by the flavours,
Learns how to be more than real.
Above the proudness and under emotions,
Searching for beauty of souls,
We dissapear in repeated devotions,
Loosing the flight of our goals...
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
A poet is sitting by the riverside
I can see him staring at me
A gaze full of pity and disdain
As if I am the one to blame
Once there was the promise of harmony and creativity
Now I am trapped in his lack of singularity
And there’s only one poet to blame
One man who deserves the centerpiece
In this game of shame
For I am just a battologist’s shade
I am unable to avoid
The faults in his eyes
The tedious and battering curse
Of wasting precious potential
So I see the man whose reflection I am
And the way his eyes are fixed on me
And I see the proudness
Being devoured by the sadness
And I’m glad that I’m just a reflection
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
If just not our fleshly desires
Will persist,
And our hates and proudness
Will decrease
If just not our fame
We mind
And soaring profiles
We try to find
If just.. not...
Then maybe our numbness shall dissipate
And Your loving grace we'll perceive
Much more, we'll feel
And someday, In Your arms, we'll hope forever to be
If just.. not...
Then surely, Our true hope we got, we'll believe
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 9:21 AM UTC
It's been four years
When people ask me what's it I like about you
I'm starting to forget
Well that is a good thing
But then I start to question
Was it your eyes?
The way they looked into my to assure me you were there
Was it your hair?
That fell so perfectly though you could never stand it
Was it the way you talked?
The proudness in your voice followed by the sadness in your eyes
I step back and look at you
**** I fell in love with everything
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
I’m a terrible teacher,
or perhaps it’s a mismatch of student
I watch over from a distance,
seeing them heal and grow with proudness
in my eyes,
seeing them realise on their own
the things I failed to teach them
the messages I failed to get through
and the wisdom I failed to share.
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 11:03 PM UTC
A smile, a kiss a day,
Flushed cheeks, passion filled trance,
A complicated swoon drills in emotion,
A love so vast,
So preciously encased-
Elevates the beating of my heart,
Encages me in this beautiful romance,
A sense of infliction, a recurring obsession,
I tremble at each flashback,
With tears of joy and a twitch full of remembrance,
Replenished sincerity,
A proudness' of you being my man,
Being without you, I can't stand!
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
I see your ring
I see your career
I see your love
I see your home
I see your kids
I see your wrinkles
I see your proudness
I see your happiness
I see my lonliness
I see my failure
I see my loathing
I see my house
I see my despair
I see my early death
I see my shame
I see my sadness
I don't see you with me...
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
Every now and then
To put my soar eyes to rest
I feel the cedars and pines
Attempting to capture them all
In the cameras of my eyes
I long to sledge deeper inside
To witness the wonders of their world
The world of worms and woodpeckers
They say not to touch flowers
But I caress them captivated by their brightness
I grin as I gaze them with proudness
How he was nearly slashed, morphed
It made my skin crawl
But Papa tied a rope around like a bandage to the wounded
And caged him to keep away the wicked
I thought the story was over
But he rewrote it
Smooth healing made him hale and hearty
And even today, every now and then
To put my soar eyes to rest
I feel the huge cedars and pines
Attempting to capture them all
In the cameras of my eyes
With every rustle
As they lean on to each other
Singing and Swinging
My heart cherish when they are alive and kicking.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
I have been tasked with the responsibility to lace the delicate fabric of my country
and at times, I toy with it.
coaxing its future with ballots purchase from a one-time-meal ticket.
striking deals with its days and
crowning the history I have chosen to stay.
I am no stranger to the intended walls placed all around me
by the ghost of the passed.
nor am I a sojourner
for my ancestor were born and fell into chains in this land.
The same land kept unpaved and deprived
thick with mud and thicker with thieves.
From a worthy beginning of proudness and freedom
our demise proceeds.
Why should I ignore my instinct to survive?
when the eyes that accuse me, envies me
wanting me to think like them
but would be very much like me
if tasked on this path.
Our future I assume, is mine
and steadily inflates with cries of the market mongers
and that of the child left to find work, or else
left to die.
A scrutiny I comfortably become unaware of.
I know very well of my crimes
and very well of their accusation, that is a lie
and very well of the difficulties that separates
the truth from the lies, when it all brews in the cauldron
that is time.
Nevertheless, far be it from to me
to let them open my memories and
perceive my face,
to let them learn my alphabet and
understand my takes.
Far be it, that the blade of virtue
make an incision on this hide that is my skin
because those who stand naked are seen
and never wins, for that is not how
the game that decides all our fate is meant to be.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 4:08 PM UTC
we weren't together long, but our beautiful bond was strong.
your intentions were never wrong, your laughter was like a beautiful song.
your smile lit my soul,
your eyes made me see the light of love.
I hope your eyes light up when you look down on me from above.
the sunshine I feel on my skin, the warmth I feel from within.
why did you have to leave me so soon?
when I think too much about it, it makes me swoon.
you were the kindest, sweetest soul.
I always thought you were so cool.
I was so proud of you, for how far you had come.
maybe your proudness you felt towards yourself was numb.
what a horrible thing, addiction is what I wished you could've overcome.
I hope you know much I loved you, I hope you know how much I cared.
so many more life's little moments I wish we could've shared.
tears are shed, and along with the pain comes rain.
but I forgive you, my love.
...until we meet again.
(k.m.m.)
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
As set of structures.
Built on nightmares, fears and weakness.
Game set proudness with only just a tick of truth.
Just a recipe of failure.
With just only a pinch of salt to taste fear.
We reek of unfulfilled failures.
You only matter because you live.
Strength of an ant, getting pulled to corner.
Straight out of my eye.
I am unfilled.
Only I seek a correct manner.
But as it seems, it doesn't matter.
Redemption is only served to those wronged I guess.
We were pillars of generations.
Yet unfilled.
Fields fled like flairs.
Fires meant to fly like features of fate.
Fed to fight figures of speech.
Fame's defined to be lame.
If all fails fate hails.
Unfilled.
Promises will stay unfulfilled.
Like this is not my playing field.
If only you were born to lead.
But deep inside you still have a need.
Unfilled.
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 3:32 AM UTC
And the children said' "that's my teacher."
And the team said, "that's my coach."
And the soldiers said, "that's my sergeant major."
And the wife said, "that's my husband."
And the state said, "that's my governor."
And the district said, "that's my representative".
And the workers said, "that's my protector."
And the LGBTQ said, "that's our champion."
And the lady candidate said, "that's my running mate."
And his son said, "that's my dad."
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 9:42 PM UTC
Oh, what a shameful thing it is,
The way your blood rushes through my veins,
The purest essence of a coward,
Creates resentment amongst the depths.
Denial upon denial spit out,
Those ***** words reek your mouth,
It impossible for you to feel higher,
Proudness proudly on display.
I’m merely just a puppet,
A pawn upon your game,
You wear my teeth on necklace,
You curse my name in joy.
Doubled-faced monster,
Entitlement owns you,
Once a good man,
Drowned in your own fantasy,
The raged boiled over fire,
Completely burned my skin,
But I can’t help but love you,
Oh, what a shameful thing.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC