Best Character Assassination Poems
Does my PTSD gets in the way of my character by
Unknown and recognized faces in any situations to
neutralize my energy? Because of someone 's else
Pre judgments, forced opinions, making false
deliberate spoken assumptions with slandering, personal
attacts. My character Assassinations
My feelings seems If I'm trapped in someone's else box
of how I should verbalize or how one portray me as one
see fits. My Character Assassinations
If the tables were reversed how would the assassinators
feel? My Character Assassinations
Flaws people whose bones,
Lives in glass houses should not
Be throwing stones.
In a letter curt and bitter cold,
Words like ice, sharp and bold.
A missive wielded with willful disdain,
Dismissive of all warmth, maliciously slain.
Lines etched with callous pen,
Rejection sealed, again and again.
No comfort found, no writer even to scold
Just echoes of a preposterous tale untold.
Dismissive missive, harsh and clear,
Leaving wounds that never disappear.
Yet amidst the chill of its embrace,
A glimmer of strength, a tiny trace.
For in the face of unwanted rejection,
There lies within, a resurrection.
From the ashes of disdain's abyss,
Rises resilience, a defiant kiss.
FRAGILE VESSEL
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Poem written for and submitted to “Broken But Bold Enough to Bounce Back” Poetry Contest, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, sponsor, August 11, 2025.
They gathered like shadows,
the character assassins~
their whispers their weapons,
their glances a silent judgment,
truth twisted to fit their narrative,
a caricature of my spirit
painted in the hues of malice.
I, a fragile vessel,
trembled beneath the weighty ocean of their scorn,
wearing their lies like a shroud,
a heavy fabric,
woven from the weak threads
of fear and intimidation,
a shawl of self-doubt draped over my shoulders.
I stood, alone,
a silhouette against an invisible storm,
fragments of my name,
scattered like decayed, autumn leaves,
their slanderous stories
veiled in the cloak
of honor and integrity.
In the distance,
a Lighthouse flickered
a small ember glowing~
the stubborn light of His truth, my truth.
I gathered the shards of who I was,
reconstructing the mosaic of my spirit,
one bold piece of rubble at a time.
I took the jagged shards of my identity,
carving a path through the rubble,
not with anger,
but with the quiet strength of a heart
that refused to stop beating,
a spirit that refused
to be broken or silenced.
No longer a fragile vessel,
I walk through the world with a fierce grace
not unscathed, but
wearing my scars like armor
each one a testament, a story of resilience~
each chapter a silent statement
of soulful courage.
In the stillness, I reflect—
not on the wounds that once broke me,
but on the God-given strength that emerged,
bold and unyielding,
a testament to His power,
the Power lies in the heart of the broken.
Ink spills, stains the name,
Whispers sharp, like poisoned darts,
Reputation bleeds.
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They gave my character references
from a point I had never stood
Then put quotes around what they wrote about me until wrong started sounding good
Turned pauses into problems,
made my very silence sound suspicious
Then passed assumptions mouth to mouth until gossip came back official
I’ve been called cold by colder people
fake by folks rehearsing faces
Watched everybody lose themselves
just tryna keep up appearances
That’s the part that gets me most is
how quick a role becomes a name
Wear a mask for long enough
and somehow I’m the one who changed
They studied every period pick apart my commas too
The whole time dodging question marks that keep pointing back at you
Tried to get a conviction with no evidence, confidence confused for proof
Everybody tells it different but somehow everybody knows the truth
I could give my own statement
but … who would it convince?
People only cross-examine
what might contradict their own script
So let them keep the parts they gave me, villain fits me pretty well
I’ve seen saints stay in character
while still raising all kinds of hell
So quote me wrong, write me off,
and make your little edits fit
Just remember character assassination
leaves the killer in the script
And if they need a reference
to decide which character is which
Tell them check the fingerprints
because mine ain’t on that b****