Defiant Poems - Poems about Defiant

Tonight I Cried

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.

Defiant I am Defiant I'll Always be As I stand by Humanity in the Face of Adversity

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

Violent Is Not My Middle Name

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

In The Face of Hate

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

Defiant Spirits Light Up the Night

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,

Defiant

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

Defiant To the End

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

Defiant World Poetrix

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

Defiant One Way Sign With Two Arrows

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

Lovely Defiant Diamond

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

Her Defiant Stride

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

-strawberry Sweetheart-

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

Defiant Blue

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

The Defiant Giant In a Robin Reliant

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

Slave To Time

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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