Dignity Poems - Poems about Dignity

She gave her word and I just believed, was the best thing that happened to me, but, before long, on camera I see her sneaking with a man who lives up the street. Probed her for truth, but, oh, she just lie, never had a hint of guilt in her eyes, how can someone feel that justified, even showed her the tape,...

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In halls where silence once held sway, A storm did breach the calm of day. A voice, unbidden, harsh and cold, Unfurled its tale, its judgment bold. It spoke of faults unseen, unfound, Its echoes spread, a bitter sound. No evidence to back its claim, Yet still it sought to tarnish name. The mirror cracked, its truth betrayed, By words that in the shadows...

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Now you stand at the threshold of shadowed trials— a challenge cloaked in whispers of what may come. Debts awaken, ancient scribes of your past, etching secrets into the walls where you once stood. More debts rise to start anew, in lands where shadows whisper and command— money prowls with hungry eyes, blind to your status, deaf to the paper gate’s cries. Unyielding,...

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O classroom once alive with gentle voices, Where morning greetings bloomed so bright and clear, I leave you now—stripped of certain choices, Unheard, unseen, dismissed through quiet fear. The silence came—a shadow down the hall, Erasing names without a single word. No answer rose to break the rising wall, No hand reached out, no empathy was stirred. The leader’s crown slipped heavy from...

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I left because my body broke, And weighed with grief, my spirit spoke. I told you oft, I made things clear, Yet pressure came—not care, but fear. No shame I bear for what I owe, I acted true, as you well know. The key I left, the money too— What’s lost beyond, I never knew. I paused before I took my leave, Awaiting peace...

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he’s got a face like a rotted pear, eyes yellow as the bottom of a cheap pint glass. his hands move like old leather belts— cracked, heavy, well-worn. he counts the minutes like coins dropped in a greasy pocket— clinks them together— a smile as sour as sweat on a Monday morning. he watches me, one boot on the scaffold’s edge, smoke curling from his...

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Rubicon Crossing ...

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Where is human dignity? Where is the border? Lamb white cloaks??! Humans. Women and men. Personal respect Humans with souls and personal living space This is a natural sphere. This not psychology The personal living place and sphere of Life Comes from the Creation. Parts of humans Lamb white cloaks Lamb white cloaks False science owners Guilties, sinners! Lambs with wolf souls! Why? Why? Answer! Why do...

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it is a nightmare and a terrible place a confrontation, a quick draw, frightful conclusion glass: empty of illusion a pagan deity whose hard eyes shall drink you in and spit and run over you like an obnoxious lorry or through you as a plough at this abandoned carnival marooned in the undesirable wilds and...

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I want... Well- It's just- like... Oh, give me some decency. Don't tell me to tell you what I want when you won't even tell me how you feel. Don't expect me to do all of the lifting, it is both of our responsibilities. Don't let this fall on me, to tell you what I think when you won't even tell me...

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she wears it graceful and demure parades in sophistication and elegance her stance dignified and refined her kimono feminine and stylish she’s from nobility and opulence regal and yet modest AP: Honorable Mention 2025 ...

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Master, my eyes now have cataracts, my bones ache and stiffen when I rise, I cannot chase squirrels like I used to, nor fetch a tennis ball the way I did as a pup, but I love living with my family, and the gentle pats on my head. Though the long walks have shortened, and there's gray fur on my muzzle, I enjoy napping...

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She stands proud, On mountain trail, All tattered and torn. Her stars holding fast To the cloth she wears. The Fifty stars she bears Her strips bleeding The pain of summer’s end. She must transcend. She’s graced these snow-crowned...

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Two hallowed heads strived for a legal edge, Heard the case—but the horse still trailed the cart, Took time to ponder— head over the heart, Spirit of law bowed still to letters' rage. Sympathized with the plea and not yet still: ‘We allow a passive mercy killing, One active we can't'— the unfair sibling, And...

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Brazen blessings burn on like the arrival of the dawn Elevated to the max Lovely knowledge comes to mind Impressive words of wisdom come and go…but, it should be here to stay Empathetic vibes.. Venting Encouragement Intriguing, Nostalgic thoughts bleed through me…entirely soaked in lullabies.. Brainwashed in my past sins…repenting in the present through thick and thin Roam Home And stay brave, true and...

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