Best Sticks And Stones Poems

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your lies will cease to hurt me
You think that you have finally won
But don't think I'll let you burn me

I'll sit and smile and make you think
I know nothing of what you do
But secretly I'll make you see
The...

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Sticks and stones, never hurt them bones
Names, cut him to the kwik
They hurt so deep, for to make him weep
More than any club, or stick
See the sun won't shine and it won't be fine
And it won't all fade away
And it don't seem right, that he...

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If you are cathedral of consecration
I'm the voluminous chime summoning souls 

If you are the moonglade mountain peak 
I'm the fedora of snow atop you

If you are the bantam flame of hope 
I'm the mammoth lantern you sit in

If you are the magnificent crown of...

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only sticks
the bare will be
covered up soon
leaves that will bud
come alive
and make me feel
young again

2/27/2023...

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Those stupid words
The anguish they cause
So carelessly used
Without second thought
                No sharper, these blades
                Which...

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As needles on skin.
Mimic of rain on glass.
So are the razor blades,
of words without class.
As venom on tooth.
A winged creature's sting.
Of cutting knife's speech,
No good thing can bring.
As a lover's betrayal.
A friend turned foe.
Things tend to follow,
like vocabulary's blow.
As stones meant to build.
A substance from...

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Nothing is turning out like I wanted it to.
Everything is now black and blue.
Wrist cut up with a sharp blade.
Blood rushing out like it's being made.
Thoughts of death running through my mind.
Nothing is clear to me, I am blind.
What's going on?
Scissors are suddenly being drawn.
My...

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STICKS AND STONES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Every epoch has its own bone chilling word
Causing great trepidation when ever its heard
If you wanted to destroy a group or anyone
This choice word would get the damage done
A thousand years ago it was heretic or heresy
Accuse  if you had...

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Sticks and stones 
May break my bones 
But words will never hurt me 
Obviously the man who said that 
Never heard all the terrible things 
That those kids said to me. 
Stick and stones 
Will break your bones 
But they will heal faster 
Than the...

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Sometimes I don't know why
you cause me heartache and pain,
there are days that go by
where you drive me insane.

I have my feet planted
firmly into the ground,
no matter what you do
you can never knock me down.

You can hurl your sticks
hit me with your stones,
but I'll come...

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Stick's and Stones 
May break my Bone's 

But I wonder if you will ever know ?
Or how it feels ?

That your Cruel Words and Taunts 

Will haunt me to my Grave ?...

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An ominous childhood rhyme
Recited as an incantation 
To veil truly hurt feelings
Sticks and stones
Indeed are much less painful
Than the unkind
Callous
Cruel
Words
A sting from a stranger
A rack from the beloved
Sticks and stones
Create wounds that bleed
And wounds that bruise
But blood clots
And bruises disappear
But words
Like daggers puncturing the heart
And...

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By trees and water the loveseat waits

For wanderers' chance meeting there

The outcomes will be the choice of fates

As stories repeat in spring air

We left the bench shaded by flower pots fair


Round the loveseat the white trilliums bloom

On rocks, in swamps, each face a star

They fear...

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Donald John,
I'm troubled by how you describe
your detractors,
Those who stubbornly refuse to see you
as Earth's Messianic Protagonist
and Good WarMongering Business Guru.

For example?

Fake
Not quality
Coward
Elitist
Not Truly Elite
Poor
Traitor
Unclean
Unmanly
Jealous
Loser
Alien
Whiner
Cripple
Parasite
Not SuperElite
Need I go on?

No. Those sound familiar
as bullying words
used against me
when I was even younger
and not yet well-endowed.

Do you think,
now...

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The stones that are thrown to break my bones
Pile up to they start to weigh
And the sticks don't decay
Nor do the words that you say
That I thought would never hurt me...

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