"tolerating" poems
I am Comfortable
able to ease your fears with
a smile or a flip of my
appropriately curly hair.
I am forgiven traffic ticket
proper sentences and twinkly
eyes, able to quickly ease your alarm
I am Just a Warning
I am The Exception
elegant sentences
king's English
never tolerating the incorrect use of their
I am private college education
the accessory to your culture
the other to your subject
always complimentary,
but never the source of discussion
I am Beautiful
Accompanied by "What are you mixed with"
A reflection of appropriation for my own culture
Too White for Black,
Too Black for White
I am inner city in the suburbs
I am Lightskinned
the kind of Black that keeps you
Comfortable.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
My brother Noah
Won't get off my computer
I'm tolerating.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
dis here speech addresses all colors
this speech addresses all colors
try to appreciate life
try ta appreciate life feel me?
try ta respect everyone
try to respect everyone
yo maybe eved try ta love people
maybe even try to love people
tis be what i done been learnin' in stationary treatment
that's what i've been learnin in stationary treatment
if ya don't embrace such values
if you don't embrace such values
try at least tolerating others:
you's black, white and biracial brothers
your black, biracial and white brothers
don't forget you's sisters
don't forget your sisters:
black, biracial, white
24 hours be made of day and night
24 hours are made of day and night
ya feel me?
do you understand?
every man be a mister
every man is a mister
every woman be a lady
every woman is a lady
racists are lazy
racists be lazy
since they don't want to understand "others"
since dey don't finna understand "others"
lovin', tho, be de best mood to make it trough dis state that we call life.
loving, though, is the best mood to make it through this state that we call life.
from me to you:
from me to you:
MUCH COLORBLIND LOVE
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
What's the purpose of control if I'm just going to lose it
From the on going pain of trying to make it work with you
Setting a blaze the demons leaving you
Instilling the will to rise from the broken promises that sustain what little remains
Of my patience tolerating your emotional abuse
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
how do you explain:
i'm the one who's broken my own heart.
years of allowing negativity into my cracks,
tolerating it's bloom.
only now trying to rip out their roots.
but they have grown like weeds.
manifested in my chest, tangled throughout my ribs.
constricting.
trying to make them love me, to make them see.
now~
trying to fall back in love with myself,
is really not that easy.
it actually hurts more than loving any one else.
because you know, more than anyone, what you're capable of.
good and bad.
but please, in my upmost hour of desperation,
im begging myself
to take myself back.
she misses you.
she needs you now more than ever.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
Business people live silly little lives…
Walking so fast in pleated pants…
Racing around self-imposed mazes…
Will they have anything to say when it’s all over?
Everyday spent “delivering solutions”…
Neutered emotionless existences…
Sitting there with that doe eyed look…
Will they have anything to say when it’s all over?
Driving cars and tolerating personal lives…
Each and every day a pre-defined process…
Anxiety, fear and caffeine distorting brains…
Will they have anything to say when it’s all over?
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
**the ****** heart
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~~~
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*the afterglow of the aftermath,
the chest pounding demanding,
tolerating-no-delay apprehension
of the transcription
of what is
the ****** heart soaring,
the lean-back exhalation,
wet eyes that only you
have secret knowledge thereof
this is why we write,
why we beings believe,
because we ask,
why
by the asking,
we grade ourselves,
both by
our words and deeds
step back and
accept the notion
that feels not wholly right,
for inherently tinged,
streaked with human pride,
that all possess,
and possessive of
our all
you are value,
by the words you have chosen,
by the only human
that can give truth to its essential
value
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are trending**
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
dis here speech addresses all colors
this speech addresses all colors
try to appreciate life
try ta appreciate life feel me?
try ta respect everyone
try to respect everyone
yo maybe eved try ta love people
maybe even try to love people
if ya don't embrace such values
if you don't embrace such values
try at least tolerating others
yous black, white and biracial brothers
your black, biracial and white brothers
don't forget yous sisters
don't forget your sisters:
black, biracial, white
24 hours be made of day and night
24 hours are made of day and night
ya feel me?
do you understand?
every man be a mister
every man is a mister
every woman be a lady
every woman is a lady
racists are lazy
racists be lazy
since they don't want to understand "others"
since dey don't finna understand "others"
lovin', tho, be de best mood to make it trough dis state that we call life
loving, though, is the best mood to make it through this state that we call life
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
You still tolerating me?
Tolerating these *********
If yes,
Tell me,
Are you a fake-ist?
A **** ist?
Or
A Feminist?
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC
Everytime i see her
i say to myself
"if i try hard enough, i could at least be half the girl she is"
but i try
i try and i try
i try harder and harder
but no matter how hard i try, i can never be her
i know the saying
"we were not made to please everyone"
but why do i feel like that is my life's obligation
why do i feel like this whirlpool of emotions always pulls me down
round and round
spiraling down, pulling me as i grasp for air
i try to breathe, but i intake and suffocate from all the pain and
all the sufferings i've been enduring
i've taken in too much
i can't do this anymore
i need relief
i need pain
beautiful pain
and that, i have found with just a single, simple blade
but you know what
maybe i should just give up
i know i wouldnt make anyone happy
whats the point in living a useless life
if you cant even make one person glad for theirs
i know what you think of me
i know im not worth it
i know all those smiles
those comforting messages
those uplifting jokes
i know all those were not because you loved me
but because you feel obligated to make me feel that i matter
im not stupid
im not blind
but maybe
i've
been
tolerating
too much
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
Graphite sticks from my pencil
You and you and you
Came from the same stencil
Two by two by two
Clone stamped houses
realize irrelevance and repeat
Tolerating spouses
Digression undisclosed and discrete
never so much of the same
induces those incomparably insane
at whom to throw the blame
branding bubble in the brain
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
I'm saving my face by tolerating mirror
The mirror is liar
It shows me my face
I'm saving my face by tolerating mirror
As I'm you
But it's shown me my face
Dec 29, 2022
Dec 29, 2022 at 11:28 AM UTC
hi he hypothesised
hiding his heart
holding onto hope
lust lingered on his lips
lather lying on his legs
lulling his lungs lightly
tears trickle trails
tolerating treason
to my tongue
unfortunate
uttering useless unapologetic
unexcused excuses
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
I wanted the high school sweetheart to want me
But she had another plan in store
It almost hurt me at the core
Than i realized that there's already too much sadness surfacing here
So i must distract myself, persevere
Before i could ever endure
The harsher realities
This wasn't a fatality
Calm down, calm down
I'm not taking it to heart
I'm not falling apart
I'm just building a new start
Another chance could come
But I'll forget about it until then
If there's ever a then
I'm not a bleak beach, but I'm a summer you can't sweat out
Staying as long as i can
My mind is more open than the borders of the land of the free
Not everything is free
So why don't you take on me?
No? It's all good in this neighborhood
Economy is still balanced
People are still working
Which i mean my white blood cells
So there's no reason to get angry and yell
It's time to sell
My previous plan to the mental shredder
They'll really love the business
Trust me, they've been harping on it for far too long
I might need to lecture them soon
I'm not tolerating any doom and gloom
In my own living quarters
In my mind
This city has to grind
To be noteworthy
Just like the external ones
So i apply the double standards firmly
Hold your heart that way
When you think it might sink
Prevent yourself from the baleful think
Take out your gloss like Tink
And put an end to this possible siege of lapsed judgement
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
I'm not good enough?
oh
My grades aren't good enough?
yeah, I know
I'm not skinny enough?
so?
I'm not busy enough?
well, that's tough
My friends are a bad influence?
Their parents say the same about me on coincidence.
My goals are set too high?
Then why should I try
I'm overly hyper?
sorry for having a good day.
I'm too quiet?
But, I was just letting you win
You don't approve?
But I'm In Love Him
His home is broken?
well, mine is chokin' me.
He doesn't believe?
Seriously, I can't breath
He's going nowhere like me?
And you think you're somewhere, oh please
I act like I don't even care?
I'm running out of air
You don't like what i wear?
Just, stand there and stare.
You're willing to do anything for me?
But, you're killing me, truthfully
It's the things I do, that you're just tired of tolerating?
oh, you mean how I'm suffocating?
But hey, good parenting.
© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
I'm tired of not being understood
And having to understand others
Can I be understood
Is it me or you caught in the loop
Now I'm getting mad
How many paths will cross
Before it's created a loss
A loss is a loss
No matter how much you lose by
****** we can't meet on levels eye to eye
You know what **** this
**** you
You and your ideologies
You and your idealistic hypocrisy
Yes I'm irritated
I don't know who isn't being understood
I will not submit without compromise
Well atleast what's fair to me
What's that
What's fair to me isn't equivalent
To what you call righteous justice
In your mind
Well I apologize for invading your happy place
I'm physically depressed my doctor said
And mentally needy
That's why I'm so confused and use you
But I'm still not understood
And refuse to understand when to me
It's accepting something my persona doesn't go by
Or is it tolerating what I deem incompetent
My grin mimics a cold grimace
Am I wrong
My arm hurts
I'm holding a grudge, but it's really a half full cup of water in my that I've been holding for 14 days
And now I'm thirsty but can't quench my thirst because my arm hurts
Aaaahhhhh
I just want an answer my heart can accept
Is that to much to ask
Or is it selfish of me
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Nursery
Blurred shapes, lines of
hazy memories.
Babbling and wailing and curiosity,
Why, why and whys, and kissing boys
And not caring how others
thought of you.
Bright-eyed smiles, hopeful
Kindergarten
Fun-filled days of
Tricycles and grass under my feet
And swinging and falling and
Getting up.
Of giggling and friends forever and
Most of all,
Innocence that know no bounds.
Primary
No more tolerating of
Un-done homework.
Punishments and ugly laughter
And friends who ditch you
No more chortles, guffaws,
Only eye bags and rumours
brought by knowledge.
Secondary
New chapter, new
Friends, new school,
new, new, new...
Balancing precariously on an
Angry horse,
Threatening to buck and
--send you careening--
over the edge...
What's new?
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
One
Pretty and kind
Startlingly considerate
But
He is afraid
Two
Athletic and funny
Strikingly aware
But
He is beloved
Three
Purposeful and hardworking
Peculiarly tolerating
But
He is away
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
Wind - well, a whisp whipping
Weak and wet wights
Woefully waiting and wishing
Weeping while we are without
When will we welcome wafts,
Whispering whisks wilting over,
Wrapping the sweltering
Trapped! Tricked to take
Time's tedious torture
Telling turbulent tumults
To tarry, tolerating terrible
Ticks trained to trip towards
Typed twos and twelves
Too tardy am I to take
Thought to tend to time's
Temporary turnabouts
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 4:38 PM UTC
accepting the unacceptable
to accept
while trying to be accepted
believing the unbelievable
so to believe
in something
tolerating the unethical
to hide weakness
and deny decency
following the wicked
because of vulnerability and hopelessness
never comprehending truth
because of rejecting it for so long.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
She lay still
Yielding, yearning
Her soft skin
Like spring
It glows
It calls
It pleads
In a lonely mime
Ivory sheets
Once white
Demanding warmth
Deep longing
Serenading
Like a dry land
Waiting
I watch
I feel
I crave
Savage desire
Pulsating like anger
Like a storm
Like destruction
Insanity
I watch
I listen
Her heart commanding
With heat
With passion
Unpararelled
Obsession
She undresses
Reveals
Her soul
I bare
Uncover
Unclothed
Soul
To soul
I touch
I roam
Like a traveler
Amazed
Uncovering
Nurturing
I worship
She welcomes
Permitting
She succumbs
Her becoming
She savors
Rippling
Skin
To Skin
I reach
Intruding
Wanting
More
Like hunger
Like pain
Suffocating
She gives
She offers
She opens
Like a slave
To her Queen
Like a Queen
To her Goddess
Heaven
I receive
Tolerating
I devour
Consuming
Mouth
To her being
Maddening
She dithers
She quivers
Like a serpent
She slithers
She takes
Moaning
Damp
Begging
I feast
I swallow
I ******
I follow
I lick
I ****
I flick
I ****
We bare
We share
Skin
To skin
Soul
To soul
Body entwined
Like Honeysuckle
Divine
© 2012 Maryanne M
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
W̳ell I guess my
E̳xistence is just a collection of pride
A̳nd failures that I cannot
K̳eep tolerating
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 2:25 PM UTC
Penetrating the walls of sin
To bring to life a dead being
Tolerating our flaws
Through the forgiveness of our trespasses
Will not behold sin
Therefore to it blinded His love
Left His throne, to eat from our dish
Working willingly towards His wish
The great deliverer
Ready to lead us out of darkness into His marvelous light
The still small voice whispering “yes you can”
From the heart of love, His blood flows
Healing the bruised, finding the lost
Assuring the hopeless, giving another chance to the prodigal
Through mercy, with a blazing grace.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
You are wafting above my carelessness like an aged, crafty hope.
Bearing in mind that, starting from this verse, I'm utilizing as much tenderness as I can, tolerating the brainstorming of some beautiful expressions I had saved, on the American manual lexicon that I craved, your mushy wings are too soft to ponder manipulating the ruin's hell, keep your baby heart classy and friendly so you can dwell.
There are days that you are glinting like a concealed jewel, joining the stars through their ceremonies, acting cool.
I'm too rigid and miserable to smash. Your whole integrity dares not mess with the unsolved poetic puzzle in its cache.
Aug 4, 2023
Aug 4, 2023 at 12:50 PM UTC