Disrespect Poems - Poems about Disrespect

Bumblebee Ding pollinates the daisies as the grasshoppers sing The daisies like him, but here’s the thing, they call him a ding-a-ling Not to be disrespectful, but it is their privilege and their way For daisies are the flowers that want to forever play....

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In my youth, I never whistled at a passing woman. In my youth, I never made a raunchy catcall. But I’m sure the gist of what I must've been thinking could’ve made a city like Sodom or Gomorrah fall....

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There’s a rage that ignites when someone damages you An uncompromising, bewildering storm within. Your brain churns with thoughts of vengeance, A thousandfold wrath ready to erupt. But do you compromise your soul to feed the fire? It’s all connected, yet so utterly disconnected. They have no idea what they’ve unleashed This inner demon clawing at the gates. A thousand futures, a million...

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It's when people/ Treat you like garbage/ That makes you/ Want to hide/ Under the table/ They are quick/ To judge everyone/ Without getting/ To know the real you/ People don't know me/ I'm not a bad guy/ Yet, they judge me/ Treat me like garbage/ Treat me with respect/ Because, I am not garbage/ I am a man of wisdom/ I've seen it all/ Take those masks off/ Be the real you/ Show...

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Back and forth The words shoot across Slicing through my pale quivering skin Sometimes there’s no pause for air As the hate spews from both sides I’m torn between the love I created And the love that I have chosen There’s no winning tonight And it’s only just begun March 16, 2024...

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There is no disrespect in letting go and moving on. Left unchecked grief can hold you back, and that's when things all go wrong....

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I used to be afraid: afraid of being disrespected, afraid of losing, afraid of staying alone, afraid of being cheated. Now with the passing of time and growing age, with continuity of all these I stated above, has lost its density. Lately, I have learned that, those who disrespect, they reflect their insecurity, or their desire to be like me, but they can't. I have realized, whatever I have lost, is just...

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I stand unapologetically me; Unafraid to be different, unafraid to be bold, I stand for the truth for it is gold I raise my voice; let it be heard With all due disrespect! I rise above the fray, unbowed and without dismay, My spirit unchained and free to soar Unbound by the mocking, the scorn, the token I rise with all due disrespect! In...

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Living is a lesson The dead do not speak Yet I find the sickest thought is the emotion of disrespect You don't know me Some never will Yet I ride life's emotionally rollercoaster Like a cheap thrill Do they cross the line of no return When you don't exercise what you feel When you play make sure you win Because the adversary is definitely real...

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Humbly; With no disrespect, Or ill manner; Were I Jesus, I’d build my church on her! Simon Peter would deny me thrice, But I could rely on her. I can. She’s never let me down. So, on her I’d build my church, The foundation; She’d be my rock. And in her I’d plant my seed, Assured; come harvest, I’ll reap! Whatever you may think of this, Precisely, it is...

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I Fear of God was healthy for friends The relationship was it, not ulterior ends II Fear of God is still widely spoken Love of things, brings Promises broken...

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Disrespect pours out of this child on a regular basis. His classmates would like to see him float onto an oasis. Where he could enjoy his company and bully himself. Or high and far away, up on a three-tiered library shelf That he could not yell mean things to them any more This child is loud, nasty, racist and...

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An eld man descending from a bus hurry up, you slow motion ancient cuss ! who said you, be aged ! no one acted right usage... elder, is the time... creators of fuss !...

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Pride......and joy? Pride is thinking that you know too much Thinking that the love you have is even half enough It's clinging to honesty as if heard earnestly spoken Or getting hurt and saying bones and will aren't broken It's setting aside the friendships that build us up And giving respect to a thought or reason conveyed with guff It's separating...

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The guard at the door said, “I don’t agree with you, but I respect you,” As he let the insurrectionists in. Did he respect the fear they brought To those who were at work inside? Did he respect the taking down of The American flag to fly the flag Of a would-be king? Did he respect the breaking of windows, The crushing of a...

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