Defiant Poems - Poems about Defiant

Tonight I cried. The silence after giving was louder than my music ever dared to be. Six cards, six names—none turned toward me. I asked why. The void answered with its back. Tonight I walked into the open like a soldier with no armor. The wind was a warning. The world—cold, familiar....

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Defiant I am, Defiant I'll Always be.. As I stand by Humanity in the Face of Adversity To merely consider our lives as in a listless tide, and only following the herd, Or the life of a caged and consequently soulless bird, You might then think in fact that there might be, a never ending...

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I am a proud Satanist and Luciferian/ I'm not like any of them/ I'm the one grain/ That stands out from them all in my religion/ Violent is not my middle name/ Stupid is not my middle name/ Stupidity is my only sin/ Think whatever you want/ Regardless of what I've been through in life/ I'm better than that/ I created my own philosophy and...

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You call me names and falsely accuse me/ Sometimes to my face, other times behind my back/ You don't think I hear you but I do/ You say I'm worthless, you call me a freak/ You don't think I deserve anything/ You only think that I should be destroyed/ You say I have no potential but you never/ Bother to listen to...

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Amidst the tumult's fierce embrace, I alone must make a stand, A symphony of will within my mind. No chains of fate, no darkness can, As boundless spirits upwards soar, in it's destiny where I make my stand. Beyond the tempest's roar, I find my way, With purpose forged, I greet each day. Through trials untamed my shadow cast, I rise unbroken,...

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My flag is not black n white with a blue streak My flag is not a field of white stars n scars of machine guns My flag is not the fat face of a demagogue Orange, pale, like a bandit in the night, a loon! It flutters in the breeze, proud My flag may be tattered or torn...

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I've been told by some that I am "defiant to the end." and I guess that's true to some extent. It's not that I have a problem with authority necessarily, I just don't tolerate any authority that doesn't respect me or my community, whether it's a boss or any leader of any country. I am defiant to the end when...

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Difficult and distressing living in this defiant world it becomes a super action...

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i once was a broken watch with skin i once had a comfort that would never get itchy i once lived in a perfect version of newfound freedom and personal comfort then changes happened because of me and because of life i am like the paparazzi change is like the paparazzi my voice is like that lady in that blondie group 'they...

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heading to a place where i once called quiet i am pleasantly surprised that nothing has changed the cardinals, the robins, and the blue jays still sings the occasional black crow still comes to ruin the show the hummingbirds somehow remember me from many lifetimes gone by a doe comes out of nowhere to graze while watching me very carefully i...

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Two piercing eyes of periwinkle glance by, And four fierce claw-wielding pawns strut on. Ears set far and smokey gray strands spike high. This twirling tail spirals to the stars like a dizzy swan. Her defiant stride shall change your mind Of all that ridicule you are set to comprehend. May you, for an instant, take a look at a divine, Composite...

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Strands of space lost in static surrounded me as I swirled. Strawberry smirk scoured into my soul, Heartstrings strumming on the words that pull. It's true- you're darling and so dear. But dearest fills the heart that spills with such fear. My life- my doubt drawing so near to the brink of love, Buried under a chorus of laughter descending from...

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It was unabashedly a canvas of blue at dawn,           with pristine petals of white everywhere,          ...

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And the beanstalk fell and the giant as well And the giant lay there dead I swear to you I thought it true It seems I was misled Though the giant bled he raised his head And said I want my goose And the coins - that Jack purloined As I enjoyed a snooze And so behold the tale that’s told Implies that...

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A second is defiant a minute is aggressive towards my dreams flourishes a formidable mental anarchy I creep confidently by the tail of a second To the dejection of sympathizers The patience of my sympathizers tires me Waiting for the minute of abortive strife Anticipated steps abrogated Triumphant move trails the second When fear surrogates confidence Hope carries away the receiving end Pain being exacerbated...

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