Best Push Around Poems
If you want to bully me,
You'd better stand in line
And I'll warn you right up front,
It's gonna to take some time
It's really not my fault'
Cause it's nothing that I do
The way that I attract
Every loser just like you
Chorus
If you can't take it ,You'd better not give it
Cause I'm just the guy that'll make you live it
I see you like to push around,
Those you think are weak
Trying to intimidate
Ones who turn their cheek
I won't pretend to you
That I'll let it go
When You come to Bully me
There's one thing you should know
Heeee---yaaaaaaa!!
Categories:
push around, abuse, bullying, conflict, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
"Instead of expressing exasperation, think toleration."
~ by poet
I find that I've become impatient with people who seem dense
and it only serves to frustrate me with an ire too often intense.
Sometimes, under my breath, I hear the words I'm mumbling,
"Why can't you understand this?" Then, I realize I'm grumbling.
I'm just a lowly human without a trace of Divinity to be found
so, I should be more humble, for I've not been royally crowned.
"Be tolerant," my heart whispers to my soul, as if it could hear.
"And be mindful," it said to my tongue, "words can bring tears."
I really should listen with more compassion and less askance.
I've no right to judge others. I don't know their life's circumstance.
Swallowing harsh words is a taste I should learn to find sweet
and conquer the bitterness of retorts... intolerance then I'd defeat.
People are not chess pawns that I can push around on a board,
and leniency should be allowed them across every stream I ford.
I don't control who walks the bridge with opinions of their own.
It's their right to have them, even if they're ones I don't condone.
I'll pursue being more tolerant of others and give them respect
and be sincerely diligent about this as a goal I should not neglect.
Categories:
push around, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
The house is much quieter,
since you went away
I feel so much happier,
without you around
I'm glad your not here today,
to ***** me out
And my laundry's alot cleaner,
doing it myself
You wanted a superman,
which I'm not
And You thought it was funny,
when I fell
I've been on my knees,
praying for this day
So now that you left,
you can go to hell
You always acted like,
you were always right
So what are you gonna do,
without me around
I won't be there,
for you to start a fight
So what are you gonna do,
without me around
You listened to the words,
from your nosey friends
They all had wimpy men,
they could push around
You couldn't cook,
so that ain't no big deal
And I Think you found your friends,
in the lost and found
Especially that ugly one,
who's name was Jill
She had no friends,
you were her only one
Oh how I love it here,
now I'm having fun
I'm glad you left,
It's like heaven now
You always acted like,
you were always right
So what are you gonna do,
without me around
I won't be there,
for you to start a fight
So what are you gonna do,
without me around
Categories:
push around, heart, how i feel,
Form:
Lyric
Dust bunny, dust bunny I see you as you
make your escape under the sofa hoping that
the big, noisy, red contraption that I push around
won't fit under there; to feel the pull of the suction
on your ever growing, furry back side.
Lucky for you I let you slide and continue to hide until
I get renewed and my human energy becomes alive
to resume the chase, and ultimate capture of one so sly...
So I say to you little dust bunny stay there while you may.
But there might be worse things under that sofa or do you care?
Lucky for you I dislike moving that sofa and peering at what
is left there.
But what is left there might be your own personal house of horrors.
You might have had a better end if you had let me catch you, to put
you in a trash bag for the garbage truck to take you away into
a place where you could possibly escape to a dust bunny haven where
you could spend all your days making friends with the other dust bunnies.
Then you could play and play all of your remaining days.
S.E. Clark
Categories:
push around, hilarious, horror, life, truth,
Form:
Free verse
We are all God’s children
How dare anyone pick on or push around another person
This takes place with kids and grown-ups
It results in death in many cases and needs to cease and desists
We need to ask ourselves
How would we feel
If someone picked on us
Because we had less, were not as smart as others, were much smarter than others
Because we have special needs because we are somehow different
This needs to end
Ending it begins at home
With parents showing love
And teaching respect for everyone
God makes everyone beautiful
And no one has the divine right
To pick on another person
Because he or she stands out
It shows insecurity in the person
Who is picking on other people
God loves us all
This behavior needs to stop
The suicides due to bullying need to stop
The homicides due to bullying need to stop
The cyberbullying need to stop
And we need to respect one another
The way we want to be respected
Because we are equals
Categories:
push around, anti bullying,
Form:
Blank verse
lord look down
people being push around
we need your sound
lord come to this town
don't pass us by
we pray to you up high
A PRAY TO THE SKY
Categories:
push around, heartbroken, memorial day,
Form:
Light Verse
Scrawny Kid
Part one
Do you remember that Scrawny kid?
What’s his name in Class 4D,
Constantly holding on to himself,
Running out of class, desperate for a pee.
Never had a Handkerchief,
Always wore Green sleeves.
Spiky hair and worn out shoes,
That smell that made us heave.
Talked with a nervous stutter,
and didn’t have a special friend.
Kept forgetting his homework,
Lame excuses he couldn’t defend.
Remember when it came to Sports,
My God he got some stick,
Absolutely useless at everything,
Always the last to get picked.
His Jumper had massive holes in it,
Knees bloodied, scabbed and cut,
Couldn’t answer any questions,
Empty head, brain closed tight shut.
We knew he was going nowhere,
Just another life, under achiever.
Then my jaw dropped to the floor,
I’m no longer a disbeliever.
Part Two
Yes, that’s it, now I recall his name,
Scrawny Luke Took, from Class 4D.
Well, not so Scrawny anymore,
Torso carved like, a great Oak tree.
Not the sort you’d push around,
Runs a Gym down Knightsbridge way.
Tailor made suits, slick black hair,
and a motivational speaker, they say.
Married to a Hollywood Actress,
Drives a flashy Ferrari Car.
Has his own range of fragrance,
One thing is true, he’s definately gone far.
His handkerchiefs are made of silk,
Sleeves of finest Green Kashmir,
No longer that nervous stutter,
Oozing confidence for all to hear.
Never did his homework, way back then,
But clearly didn’t do him no harm.
The perfect city gentleman,
With a wealth of talent and charm.
So, he didn’t have an empty head,
And knew where is destiny lay,
Don’t be fooled by the Scrawny kid,
He’ll be better than us all one day.
Categories:
push around, career, character, childhood, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
Curled in this dank alley,
floating in this sea of blood.
Heart quickening, trying to
stop my soul escaping.
Two warm wet circles,
kissed upon my chest
by hollow jackets.
Cold, alone, staring at the clouds
play tag with the stars.
How long has it been?
I heard the nine-o-clock train,
send earthquake vibrations beneath me.
Taking late night office workers
home to gin and tonic respite.
I saw the ten-o-clock shadow
explode to life on graffiti wall.
Birthed from cascading neon.
I could still sense my legs then.
Now all is numb.
Tunnel vision drawn
to the cat preening itself,
sat like my guardian angel,
high on the fire escape,
waiting for its masters call.
Yesterdays newspaper,
blown from its resting place,
drapes across my face as if
to shield me from deaths embrace.
I couldn't brush it away even if I tried.
Eleven-o-clock; O'Malleys closes,
~always eleven on Tuesdays.~
Faintly, George complains, as he always has.
I wonder was I missed?
Slower now; heart falters in its work
much less blood to push around.
Twelve-o-clock comes; all is quiet
I no longer hear my heartbeat.
Although my eyes are open wide,
I no longer see the shadow.
Even my guardian angel has deserted me.
Twelve-ten : I died.
Categories:
push around, death, sad, social, time,
Form:
Free verse
She's as pretty as a diamond ring
to me that girl is everything
She's been push around a while
alone and scared like a small child
But she stays strong and carries on
because she has two babies at home
She's a mother who can't be late
'cause its her turn in class to demonstrate
how strong she can be without me
always caring for our family
Its three a.m. she bats her eyes
as she wakes up to new born cries
She picks him up and holds him close
and get ready to change his clothes
She cleans him up and lays his down
while the other one runs round and round
She's a mother who cannot wait
she can't remember her late date
her selfless acts yes they come in stacks
all she really needs is a chance to relax
The day has come she's in the sun
she's so scared that she could run
She holds it in and thinks of them
and of just how hard that it has been
They call her name this feels insane
the tears start falling like the rain
She's a mother who did it all
now she's out there standing tall
Categories:
push around, mother,
Form:
Lyric
The loyal ones we keep close
The mean ones, we ignore those
The truehearted ones, we cherish
The treacherous ones, we banish
The helpless ones, we give a hand
The careless ones, we push around
The adventurous ones, we visit them uninvited
The measured ones, with our secrets they’re entrusted
The lazy ones, we drag out of bed
The crazy ones, we straighten up their heads
The loud ones, we let them talk us to sleep
The quiet ones, we tease them till they flip
The foodie ones, pick the joints
The moody ones, we crack with jokes
To the dreamy ones, we make them reach
To the hopeless ones, we set a bridge
The brokenhearted, we cry with them
The departed, we hold a candle flame
We miss them, we make them
We remember them, we break them
In a bliss, when we hurt
We love, we hate
A friendship is fulfilling but can still deplete
Friends can break us into pieces and make us complete
Categories:
push around, adventure, age, appreciation, friend,
Form:
Free verse
I'll meet you in the backyard
with chinaberries and tea
with cut-offs on and marigolds
and photographs to be
We'll dig a trench and tunnel
We'll run through sprinklers too
We'll tangerine the afternoon
until the sky is blue
The world will whirl around us
the summer bolting by
We'll lay on woolen blankets
and blow kisses at the sky
We'll plant another fig tree
and push around our thoughts
'till they all line up in obedience
and produce the goods they've brought
If you will speak a story
then I will hum a song
and maybe the birds on the back phone line
will fly on down and sing along
If we can muse the day light
to bite a chunk off the moon
then maybe the day will unravel away
on this perfect afternoon...
Categories:
push around, art, friendship, happiness, imagination,
Form:
Quatrain
Hard to stay hard to survive
just another man and another mans world on a very long stride
push around shoved around never to be knocked down by another man in his very own town
eager to fight easy to kill but those who love shell always shed tears
this world will neva change there world has always been a game
but once killing a black man was neva the wrong thang
Categories:
push around, black african american, brother,
Form:
Rhyme
Let go of cargoes of folly
Your imagination entertains
Unless you want Molly
To catalyze the increase of strains of pains
You loathe to endure
In a bid to preserve the sanity
Ensconced in the mind you lure
To expunge the vanity
That invades the chest
Caught up between a rock and a hard place
In Cupid’s vest to test
The robustness you loathe to displace
In circumstances advanced when you flirt
With fire expecting a spin on a merry-go-round
Until cavities of reality hurt
So bad you no longer push around
Sleeping dogs that are best left alone
In peace unless woken up
In their ozone full zone
When you steal delights from the cup
Where Pandora releases cargoes of lunacy
So vile they sear attackers
Mad enough but no tough enough to sample the delicacy
Concealed in crannies and crevices of coquettish bunkers.
Categories:
push around, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Your face is getting red and puffy
While your attitude is huffy
Do not be so mean and rude
You really need to lose the 'tude
Don't be screaming in my face
You just look like a disgrace
Eyes of fuming reddish fire
Take a deep breath and retire
The smoke coming off your head
Take a walk right to the bed
And calm down--please talk to me
What is in your history
That made you so out of sorts
I will try to help abort
Any issues that will cause
Your identity to pause
Leaving destruction everywhere
Its as if you do not care
Who you hurt or push around
Try and listen to the sound
Of my voice so calm and low
As your breathing starts to slow
And I see my friend once more
Kick that evil out the door
Of your soul where it has taken
Over --leaving you so shaken
But this evil we'll evict
With a strong and steady kick
Categories:
push around, change, evil, feelings, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Still got long way to go world to no we have plan it still stand been beat down push around made to act like a clown there,re be know TURNING AROUND
Categories:
push around, courage,
Form:
Light Verse