Best Meanness Poems

You have such a rare uniqueness
Filling you up with such sweetness
There's not one bad or mean bone
In your body that you own
Your patience is off the charts
You show more restraint and heart
Than anyone on this earth
You were a special baby birth
That this world so badly...

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Pushed by troubled waters
on the periphery;dream
interrupted, you start
coloring your nails differently.

A white moon was not that
white any more. You grow
overnight gray, becoming
older by decades.

Gravel was going for a coup.
Stones had upturned
the river.
Brutus, were you impeccable ?

I don’t want to travel
back to dark memories,
of a raccoon...

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Plush peacock king wears his crown with pride
Heralded as one of the features of his spring time park
Admired by thousands, refreshed daily and often
He is created from the prettiest flowers.

Majestic, regal, bold, he is but one of the masterpieces
Created by gardeners who have conquered flower-ologies.
Trussed...

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He started out overly solicitous and sweet.
After he captured his heart, he began to dictate.
In spite of his meanness she retained herself.

He secluded her away from her family friends 
Taking away all support of any kind.
In spite of his meanness she retained herself.

She stayed eleven...

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She had to stretch on tiptoes to kiss Prince Frog
He stood still, but his polka dots were quivering
He liked attention from sweet young girls

She thought it was an innocent kiss, and so did we
Not knowing at the time about the mean ways of some frogs
lecherous...

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I was embarrassed for my gold-finding prowess was slim to none.
I lived alone, in a mushroom hut, built sloppily for one.
My leprechaun relatives were braggarts, and blowhards and mean.
The things they said to put me down were evil and obscene.

A friendly cardinal named Ed saw...

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When I was a young, enthusiastic student teacher 
They assigned me to a woman who used to tear me down daily
When I said "Boys and girls" she would be behind me saying
"You are saying it wrong".

It was a traumatic experience, and I went home crying...

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Where do these small-minded bigots go
Who have abused the meek and innocent
Beaten down a weak and wounded soul
Do they go to church where they repent
Or do they choose to slink deep into
Some slimy self-made hole of their own
Making, where supposed superiority rules
Where they are always...

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Teachers
and parents
throughout the world
remind us kindness costs nothing.

Compassion is both free
and freeing.

But, those same teachers
and parents
and preachers
may not as directly mention
that meanness risks losing everything
you would care to feel positively healthy,
and not quite so negatively overstuffed wealthy,

Like anger and fear about loss,
Like competitions in escalating...

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Unkindness is
My most powerful pet hate
Possibly my only one

This includes 
meanness, unfairness, rape, murder,
cruelty to animals, impoliteness,
disrespect, theft, swearing and bad manners
Unless I am really in the swearing mood and no one is around.

I hear you laughing, my sworn enemy.
Oops! Was that unkind? Dhramn!
Disrespect, disdain,...

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Faerie wing blessings for the believer girl who lives here
In the forest, inside a giant moss-covered hill, surrounded by
delicate mushrooms with dainty stems, and overgrown meat.

Faeries congregate to watch her sleep, through the tiny round
window she clawed out when she first arrived, escaping a mean
man,...

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She was much prettier in death
than any day she had been alive
her mouth softly closed
eyes in gentle repose

no yelling
no grouching
no griping
no complaining

I saw her husband’s genuine smile
For the first time ever
at her funeral luncheon, 
And I had lived next door to them for thirty-six years....

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Caught in a web of mean folk, detained unmercifully
No escape, sticky situation, dangled for a while.
Tried to remain unseen.

Spidery thinking lures me back into the fray.  Conversation I would rather
Not be a part of.  But here I am. No way to exit gracefully.

Sneak...

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A horrid old woman, mean, word cantankerous would have been too nice.
Mrs. V. would have stolen your pocket book, more than once, maybe thrice.
She had no integrity, certainly no thoughts of anyone else.
She was an angry woman, who always thought only of herself.

If you had...

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