Poetry

My Poetry Collection

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Words Hurt (cont. 2)

You think they're losers, but they're stronger than you,

have you seen what they've been through?

With your words you gave a black eye,

they are leaving, bully, so say your goodbye.

But one more thing before you go,

did you enjoy my little show?

Remember, words can hurt more than the punch,

Believe me now? Cause this was just a hunch.

Words Hurt (cont.)

You see, all they ever needed was a friend,

someone to stand by them when the bullying came again.

Now they are free,

the insults barely sting, don't you see?

Bullying gave you power, that they refused to give,

you can't help but wonder ''what if''.

What if they didn't get so strong?

What if they were crumbled all along?

What you don't think of, is what could of been,

what if they pulled the razor to their skin?

What if you pushed them too far,

to where they tied a rope around their collar.

What if they wrote down all the secrets they had to spill,

right before taking an overdose on the pills?

You don't know what could of been done,

you were doing it all for fun.

Someone to stand by them when the bullying came again.

Now they are free,

the insults barely sting, don't you see?

The bully is never wanted, unless wanted to leave,

The person you bullied now has no need for long sleeves.

Your work here is done, not that it should of started,

now who's the one who feels broken hearted?

Fire And Ice

-Robert Frost

By Andrew Yang

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

A Perfect Snowball

Words Hurt

-Anonymous

Still I Rise

-Maya Angelou

Still I Rise (cont.)

I made a perfect snowball,

As perfect as can be.

So I brought it in the house,

To sleep right next to me.

I made it some pajamas,

And a pillow for it’s head.

But last night it ran away,

But first,

It wet the bed!

You should know, bullying hurts.

It starts with one word, one word you blurt.

Fat, ugly, worthless. These are the words they hear.

Did you know, your their biggest fear?

Day by day you torment them,

it takes so long for their hearts to mend.

All they ask for is one true friend,

but you make them want their lives to end.

Everyday they wake up with regret,

all they want to do is forget.

It's not just hitting and punching, it's the words you say,

they hurt so much, they want to fade away.

This is when enough is enough,

they're sick of playing strong, sick of playing tough.

But they know they can make it through,

you may not have known, but they always knew.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may tread me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

My Beard

They put on a fake smile and pretend they're okay,

they believe they can make it all the way.

Of course your words still offend,

but they have been pieced back together again.

Someone leaves the crowd and lends them a hand,

they learn that it's time to stand.

Their smile is no longer fake,

now they have no reason to ache.

You see, all they ever needed was a friend,

By Shel Silverstein

Dreams

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

-Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

My beard grows down to my toes,

I never wears no clothes,

I wraps my hair

Around my bare,

And down the road I goes.

Descending Trousers

By Diana Laura

Birdie Poop

Again

By Angela Rose

-Anonymous

Oh, dear,

Oh, my gosh,

I hope that no one saw,

I wish that I could laugh,

But maybe someone saw,

Maybe I should hide,

But, ah, whatever,

I'll just pull my trousers up.

Birdie Birdie,

In the sky,

What you doing in my eye,

It tastes like sugar,

It feels Like soup,

Oh My God,

Its birdie poop.

Once again, I’ve stepped in gum.

Someone spit it out, the scum.

Now my Manolo Blahniks wrecked,

by environmental disrespect.

Once again, I’m breathing smog.

Just because I took a jog.

Now my lungs begin to burn.

When will we humans learn?

Once again my dress is stained.

By this gosh darn acid rain.

Left my umbrella in the car.

Didn’t have to walk that far.