Backfire Poems - Poems about Backfire

A upholder strong, bold, and courageous Belittled and trivialized Accepting truth; she's bon a fide Speaking up for self became contagious. ...

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When a child is born, First education begins at home, We already fix the criteria for them, I wanna ask all why do we do that…? We, as a society tell a boy not to cry, We tell girls they need to bake and fry, We start this discrimination even when they are in womb, Then we expect the right environment...

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So you think? So you think you know? Claim you know my temperament? Claim you understand my soul? Tell them who I am? Tell them what I like? Tell them what I know? Look into my eyes, look into my soul See the doors close? That tells you what you know See the tears and cries when I was left alone? See when my mind backfired...

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playing with misuse of anything material or immaterial ...

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A God-forsaken city Dictated by incompetent people Though characterized by secret frowns Lying in wait for a beautiful day Please resurrect one from the ashes of the past Growing like grass is the sense of melancholy While innocence dies like a small, brilliant flame Following the sun as it retires for the day A long day at work More little civilian wars wage One...

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Backfire 4 Burn She was quite a bird. Why did they update her so? Twin 55k engines in full 'burner. Don't they know that airframe limits would be reached in dry thrust? That bird would fly like a fighter. Did she? Rolling, turning, climbing, diving. What of her airframe strength? Enough? To fly fly fly. Those...

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Everyday, Im going to constantly bug you with beautiful aggressive sarcasm that it will cause your words to catch fire, even before the match is even out the box. Then I will dismantle your words and display them like a trophy on my mantel for all your friends to come and see at your expense....

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I bought a bracelet as a gift But first I slipped it on my wrist Where my intentions took a shift – For really, how could I resist? It looked quite perfect sitting there; I couldn’t help but crack a smile And though it was without compare, A fool could tell it was my style. My friend will think it’s rather great. She’ll...

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What’s the use of trying any longer? Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow Words perpetrate my every being And I strain to get my temperament to slow But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me What is this journey impending to? What is my purpose? To obliterate or build? I keep...

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