"stabbers" poems
Your name,
has become a curse word that falls from my lips.
The picture of you in my head,
has become blurred and wants to be forgotten.
Your voice,
has become a door that lacks oil.
The way you move your body,
must be because of your deceiving bones.
Your rat like eyes,
have become the worst color of diarrhea.
I know this is not the just the “Call out a back stabbers” poem,
lets name the flaws on and in my own skin,
that just so happened,
to be pointed out by you.
As you covered my face in nine pounds of a “makeover”,
you said you couldn’t see the flaws on my skin anymore.
Flaws?
You went far enough to point the pubescent scars.
of my lips, cheeks, and chin.
The shyness I have of talking to my friends,
was pointed out because you didn’t have someone to talk to that night.
Excuse me,
but I thought the effort of the friendship was supposed to be put forth by both “friends”?
Next,
near the end of the friendship,
you often told me I was a terrible friend.
I cried.
A lot.
Later when that came up,
you told me you were just trying to make a point.
Why as a friend didn’t you just try to talk to me,
instead of trying to start insignificant bull crap?
But here I sit now,
with friends that could always be so much better than you.
I often hear your snickering words behind me a your lunch table,
and I turn around and smile at you and your “friend’.
You usually **** your head in confusion,
but really,
that's me.
The 15 year old giant ginger with a second graders personality,
stinking my pinky finger up at you to flip you off in Chinese,
and to say in a nonexistent voice,
“frick you”.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
Dream Catchers, egg hatchers, baby Snatchers, **** wackers, lip smackers, online hackers, ***** slappers, hand clappers, exotic flappers, lazy slackers, suitcase packers, & back stabbers.
Hate & defeated, cheat & feel the heat. Too weak & petite. Tales of hell, wishes on a well, thoughts are things you can't always sell. Sometimes words can be lies liars tell. One day to your death to you fell.
Pass it on. I don't belong. Some people are wrong. Die. I won't cry.
Pakrat hoarders, pro choice aborters, two faced home wreckers, voodoo curses, retired lazy old nurses.
Deaf & Blind, racist & unkind, poor & unemployed. Broke & exploited. Dumb, old, ugly, & fat. ***** stinking rat. Piles & piles of crap.
College professors, real estate investors, coaches, cockaroaches, poachers, perverts & ****** meat eatting caravores. Bums & addicts drunks & fanatics, obsessive compulsive, stalkers too possessive, insane aggressive.
Author Notes :
Partially true, could be your family.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
Jack ***** and hypocrites,
Wanna be's with no common sense.
Wealthy men and beautiful women,
Sell their souls although they shouldn't.
Back stabbers and manipulative ******
Plucking and pulling with kaniving tricks.
What a disaster this world must be,
We're all trapped behind bars;
Confused as to what it means to be free.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
Sometimes stuff is not gonna go the way you want.
Sometimes the world with explode under your feet.
Sometimes love will be just out of your grasp.
Sometimes people will be back stabbers.
Sometimes you'll bleed to death.
Sometimes you'll just have to sit there listening to angry music by Eminem to feel okay.
Sometimes you'll never be okay.
But that's okay.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
Like flowers, her life wilted,
Despite the ample rain,
The people whom she needed,
The ones who left her in pain.
Deceit was their craft,
To pretend is a must,
Behind the smiles, a rotten laugh,
How foolish was she to trust!
Lies are words with fatal poison,
Injected right through one's head,
Creeping unto the system of the person,
Slowly, making her dead.
When the situation turned unpleasant,
She sought for whom she called "friends",
But the people were hesitant,
Not even one hand can they lend.
They use her for their own benefit,
Yet the slightest company, they can't provide,
How can she be blinded and cannot see it?
It's obvious, no matter how hard they try to hide.
A mask they would always wear,
Thousands of words they already said,
Yes! Back stabbers they were,
Rumors, they boldly spread.
Now, she finally opened her eyes,
Her trust completely broken, turned into dust,
She finally see through their horrible lies,
Though weeping, a strong facade is a must.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
LETTER TO MYSELF
Dear Tina, you come along way
Dear Tina, you have grown so much over the years
Dear Tina, you had rough days
Dear Tina, you had rough boyfriends
abused
lying
stealing
cheating
Dear Tina, you let that happen
Dear Tina, you thought that was love
Dear Tina, you shined like a diamond through that
Dear Tina you stood tall
Dear Tina, you could have failed
Dear Tina, you had rough friends
lying
back stabbers
two-face
Dear Tina, you grew from that
Dear Tina, you had rough days and years
kids gone because of lies
people telling lies
people making up stories
people being jealous
people running thier mouths
Dear Tina, you survived
Dear Tina you loved but he died
Dear tina you learned to move on
Dear Tina, you found love again
Dear Tina, you are happy
Dear Tina, you are loved
Dear Tina, you have a happy life
Dear Tina, sometimes life gets you down, but you never gave up even though you wanted to die
you got the help you needed
Dear Tina, I'm proud of you
Dear Tina, you came along way
Dear Tina, you growth so much over the years
Dear Tina, I love you.
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 10:47 AM UTC
I look at the maps hanging up on my wall
admiring the world for the best it got
yet i see
Poverty swell and trivial refugees struggle
and there are cardinal power wars
destitute crave for food shelter and cloths
O' why lord ?
"Its the beginning of the horror flick, my son
there are copious others , yet unaddressed and unresolved "
However i reckon
how simple it is to conquer despair hanging up on my wall
For today mighty fighter
stop and sleep a lil more,
cuddle your love and hold her a lil long
refashion your battle cry to cry of love
Shed tears its no harm
miracle will happen as you kiss her once more .
You are the puppet fighter, no doubt you are strong
they know your strength , they are foxy back stabbers brother
they'll aflame your soul ,
Don't forget you have love back home ...
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
bitter but better is the sunshine of never
all over
her body
are dead things and dragons
spiders and stabbers and
ink thorny anklets
calf-twisting vine lines
and thigh wanting roses
fingers paint black tips and
lovers cross black lips a
body
lain naked
her lies of love broken
her eyes leak of lust rust
a bat on her breast
she rises from rest
she sits up
and pulls
a black SG onto her lap
and whispers
"more"
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC
**** the puzzle pieces not fitting together
**** all the cacophony in my head
**** my unreliable mood like weather
**** this requiem, all my hopes are dead
**** all the expectations I had in life
**** everyone who thinks they understand
**** the back-stabbers more than the knife
**** tomorrow with each and it's every strand
**** those hoping to change this earth
**** such crazy minds and thoughts
For all the pain this universe is worth
Tantamounts to forgetting wine and seeping tots
**** kids in ghettos watching movies about comets
**** poets trying to be shakespeare by writing Sonnets**
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
Stabbers take turns
First mom, then sister
Then sister, then brother
Even when I slide myself off
And hide myself in my life
It still hurts
Words that split my ears
And make me question who, what, where
Even when I shut it out
And smother it with verse
It still hurts
It seems like you all get along so well when I'm your target
I'll be the silence that keeps you all together
A common enemy
I know my place
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 10:47 AM UTC
The check is in the mail.
This won't hurt a bit.
I'm good for it bro.
If I'm lying, I'm dying.
I got yer back
This contract is iron clad
Lil old lady drove this car for 10 years..no problems
Love cherish honor and Oleh.....
Pasa grande....for you papa... with.a flourish
Bulshit comes in big piles . End of the day. You gotta pay to play
Give the devil his due
Or the devil.with you.
The. Bait and switch.
Hill and.gully, running in the rutts or into a.sixth
Keep friends close.enemies closer.
Back stabbers get thumb-ectomies.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
*love
is on a heart shaped pedestal
sometimes the first casualty of desire
at the mercy of a thousand transgressions
from ticks and triggers
of dark labyrinths primal
and subtle torments of the soul
body language comes sprightly
from chaotic corridors
a reckless black sea
all crossed arms
eye roles of refusal
strategies of power
proclamations of will
and pretty please poisons
while
front stabbers anguish over back stabbers anguished
and
the strong cherish the weak
impelled to rescue
as if delicate mewing kittens
from desolations cold blade
and
abandonments slow violence
then to reconcile
hearts sooty overcast moon
love is a two way street
and i move on to hold precious you
in pain stricken arms
she
my shelter
in a cruel world
of fire and ice
oh to feel her kisses
after blood and thunder
to adore heart breaks mend
to dispel tenderly, dark clouds
as sun sets a new
and no matter the pain
to forgive everything
yet limping still
gall
a slow melting snow
that we may caress each other
the only
kindness and soft place to fall
we may ever know
seeking deliverance
in each other's
dark musty warmth
to make up
in a tangle of tears,
wet kisses
unctuous heated breath
and
tender mercies
because
love is
on a heart shaped pedestal*
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
parents don't understand what society is like nowadays.
the hypocrites
the back stabbers
the way people treat each other is horrible
I actually want to cry thinking about it all
please
don't
make
me
go!
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
We always gonna have people that wants the upper hand on you.
The blackmailer or back stabbers trying to get ahead of you.
They tries to manipulate you in many ways.
Only accomplishing it.
When you give them the power too.
The upper handers.
Who really are the insecure fools of society?
Oh, they come in many degrees.
From the rich to the poor.
They live for excitements that's not theirs.
But yours.
And when their world comes crashing down.
Then they pretend they didn't create any type ruckus.
From the politicians to the mobsters.
We have seen it all.
Once entrapped, they wants to tell it all.
After they found that the upper hand isn't all about power.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
I pulled myself from the gallows, don’t you ever forget
I pulled myself from the grave, even if I dug it in the first place
What demons I couldn’t pull from my chest,
I choked with a leash until they became mine
No, I’m no demon, but I’ll be ****** if I’m pulled beneath the ground again
And if I must stay alive and be ****** well, we all make sacrifices
And sometimes that means yourself
If I must live scarred, it will be my own wounds from here on out
I bled too much for others, paid for too many of their sins
Now I only bleed for those who did for me
It’s a dangerous pact, but rightfully so,
In a world so infested with back stabbers, face crawlers, and pirates
“Them’s fightin’ words!”
Well I rehearsed it the other way a thousand ways,
And they booed me off the stage for being too “nice”
Thus Frankenstein rises again
the Fourth Act of the living dead
A chorus of dead organs with the brain of a monster
With only a gifted few who know the tune to his heart
Hold your love close, cover it in cold iron
All I ever wanted was to be a lover
But you’ve never let me stop fighting
Long enough to heal my face, or ice my knuckles
One battle after another, sometimes simply to stay alive
And no fight was ever good enough
No amount of blood enough to allow peaceful passage
No amount of tragedy enough for a break
So now I’m most at peace, when the battle rages around me
Well fine, let the drums sound and the bells chime
I’m better when I’m unhappy, it’s welcoming
Tragedy comforting like a warm blanket
My blood boils at the sight of danger
My brain runs on auto pilot when **** hits the fan
I guess I’m just happier when I’m angry
That’s not unhealthy is it?
When I die, will they say “He died unhappy and thus,
He died doing what he loved”?
Nah, they’ll just make my end a tragedy too.
Say they did everything they could
Or he was a monster, not much left of him
Or that they never saw it coming.
That I was the one that didn’t belong
Maybe I never wanted to.
I sure as Hell don't now.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
Pit answerless questions
Against questionless answers
The stuff no one mentions
It just sits and it festers
The best of intentions
Played out by the worst actors
Heathens and hellions
Aren't the back stabbers
©2024
Aug 7, 2024
Aug 7, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC
I want to go back
To the days
When there were
No attention-seekers
No heart-breakers
No back-stabbers
When everything
Was simple
Was fine
Was alright.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
Life is a rope.
It begins with a knot,
That holds you together.
Twists and braids appear,
Every time you make a choice.
More yarn entwines, for every friend,
Some are yellow, bright and happy.
But every rope has its dark spots,
Plum and black.
They represent unfaithful friends.
Back stabbers.
And through our teenage years,
We fall in love.
We think that those threads,
must be a deep, passionate red.
If only we knew, those threads have nothing more,
Than a pink tint.
If we only knew what color love really is,
A bright, but deep all the same, red.
For some, those threads turn grey.
That love is disposed of.
But still it remains,
Intertwined in our rope.
I wonder, if more people took the time,
to look at their rope,
To trace each thread,
each fiber,
back to where it began,
Would the whole world's net,
Be stronger?
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 7:49 PM UTC
school used to be a safe, warm, and welcoming place.
now it's full of liars, cheaters, and back-stabbers.
what happened to what used to be?
d.l.b.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
**dear heart...
death is not necessarily a fact of love
but if you trace most drama back to the root...
and where there's a fortune to be had
there will be conmen and back stabbers
out to body your joy
no one ever thinks to break each other off evenly
so if you trace most drama back to the root...
you'll find discolored seeds of greed
that have forgotten to grow
fighting for the most sunshine
but everyone can't have the most
and no one will stop trying
this is usually where you'll find yourself
trying to find yourself
adultery is not necessarily a fact of love
but if you trace most drama back to the root...
study the stem
hasn't it been neglected
a single rose doesn't feel like winning
two was always better than one
but someone will always have one more
a thinking man would follow his heart
and not shy away from the concept of one love
citing public perception
but at the end of the day
you're still whipped
and playas still get lonely
i try to break mine off a piece of everything i feel
and evenly
usually, your flower...
all it needed was any indication
that there was joy in the teardrops
you could have used to saturate the soil
to offset that ugly brown
brittle now
because real love withers away
without the magic in your fingertips
you never wanted it
if you won't keep up your garden
I'm embarrassed
and here comes the pain...
we took one through and through
I've been shot
if 911 can't be dispatched to this block
you're all we got
like it or not
and your beat is still an exclusive
but loves still not as elusive
as a world premiere
I took advantage
when we burn
there's lyrics
simple as that
and love is forgiving because
this is not the first time that I fell
and needed to be caught
two left feet
always looking to land
in the softest spot
dear heart...
artificial affection is good for decoration
but love is not furniture
real love withers away without the kind of sunshine
that energizes your spirit
I did that...
I treated our love buds like fake plant leaves when
there was more than enough joy in the teardrops
you could have used to saturate the soil
I'm a (hu)MAN
I cry too
I have a good heart
I trust you with my life
I should listen harder
I feel the burn
if I keep my eyes closed we spin less
I won't slip away
I don't sleep anyhow
and I've been hit before
but never this close to my lifeline
LOVE
just keeps coming
and her aim is improving
you're all we got
like it or not
we took one through and through
someone called about the shots
someone always does;
911 dispatched stat to a hood love crime scene
we must be something worth saving
but I only just now feel the yearning
more than embarrassed
that I forgot about the fire**
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Captured by love if I lose everything I hope my love will hear me
Embraced by hope I follow it to the highest Moutain.
Conceived by trust it's hard not to swim the hearts of most and find out there's no water there so I bring a cup to ur lake
A cup to your ocean...
Love to your seed,
Hope to the hopeless ones
Trust to a generation of back stabbers..
Maybe if they see my scars they will follow me to your Moutain..
Maybe..
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
Real ignorant
Cuz society ignorant
Far from a repent
My sins is my amends
But then again
I see the spirits tacklin'.
Tryna break me in
With the demons hangin'
With Satan
But I denied gracefully faithfully
I let my foes see
The guns if you slow on they come
Up so don't run up
I'm finna erupt flows volcano
Strong as Cano mortal combat
Yeah I Sinbad cuz I never had
A dad in my life
My rhymes is life so bump
Haters who want me knifed
Back stabbers
But I dodged the daggers
Sip henny but don't stagger
Smooth as **** Jagger
Hate naggers don dada
Leavin' the haters with nada
I gotta lotta
Flows to go so check what's in store .yeah
Yeah like Frank I be
An American gangster
Far from a prankster
Free range entertainer
Watch me drain ya
Energy to those who
Mean nothing to me
At best they My mini'mes
I chill where the hustlers be
Totin' guns so My enemies
Flea tombstones received
Smokin' trees
So I have better oxygen to breathe
Stay away from me
If you ain't about gettin' monopoly
Or property
Money ain't a option to me
Been cuttin' corners since I was three
Gotta few dimes with me wifey
Material starting my own black imperial
Far from comical made in the slums
They said id amount to none
But I came out reigning as the victorious one
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
My lyrical ability limits you mental flexbility
Swift as agility hinders there intellectual capacity
Lock em up in captivity opened like a cavity
Ya chest be split up like an anatomy
Blood plasma
So ya visions become a liability
Who bitter thee
Shatter competition like
Ghengus Khan dynasty hallowed it be
Thy name put many to shame
Critics go to flame burnt to a single grain
Height takes like a snort of *******
Waxing your brain gas em with these floating propane
Light butane flame blows up everything
With no remains we nasty baby
Quick witted and skilled break through weak wills
Fools shootin' at me kill.me.
But I'll still breath through my eye gills
Ascending hills
Like Lauryn nothing even matters
Im crazy shatter your bladder
Make ya walk 8miles Marshal Mathers
You'll be front lined interview
With the death version
of Don Rathers too many taddler
Who running with blabbers back stabbers
Wave one hand with other hand with holding the dagger
**** swagger id rather be the grims bagger
Or better yet a caddy shack with a room full of macks
And beautiful women cooties to ******
Fatal attraction causing halo love TKO
I'm at the top of my game
Chillin' with the Monks meditating my pineal gland with dead sea scrolls in my hand
None could touch me cuz my energy band
To strong none could withinstand
That force held in
I'm a combination of antimatter and sin
With touch a gin but then again
Im just another poetic gem
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC