Dissed Poems

Social Media

Social media has transformed how people communicate and interact globally, fostering connectivity and collaboration~ Why is it we can’t honor, respect, or be kind without cruelty in the mix?—Poet

•	increases the fear of missing out
•	leads doubt and unhealthy comparisons
•	creates unrealistic expectations
•	causes isolation
•	triggers dopamine addiction
•	anxiety and low self-esteem

Don’t throw it all away~ Moderation is key!

           liked or disliked dissed        
              gone girl/boys are eternal~
                 an   S O S  missed

Diss-Illusioned

Written By:  D. Collins 4/3/25


We are losing friends and losing them fast.
As far as trust goes, we’re running dead last.
We leave our allies hanging and citizens overseas.
Spend enormous resources focused on deportees.


Don’t get the impression America has your back.
You are “Diss-illusioned” if you believe that.
If you offer nothing to pad pockets of the rich.
You, and your country will likely get dissed.


There’re provocative tariffs and pensions bottoming out.
Everything nosedives when Trump opens his mouth.
We’re in a world of hurt that will only get worse.
After the recession let’s see if America’s First?

She Has a Thing for Cats

My neighbor lady, Treena, has a 'thing' for cats
Says they keep her home free of mice and rats
She pets their heads and their butts, she pats
when some of the snippy felines get into spats

She shares her loveseat with all her furry friends
On tasty cat food, a huge amount she spends
Three smelly kitty litter boxes often offends
the noses of her suitors, her visiting boyfriends

Treena took some offense at a certain politician
who has dissed cat ladies in his own admission
She won't vote for him in vice president position
and signed it "Cat Ladies Against Vance' petition

So, there she sits with blue clogs upon her feet
Content with saying, "My life feels so complete."
When the cats all meow, begging her for a treat
She gives them a pinch of catnip instead of meat

Her home is filled with lots of scratching posts
and there's not one cat that she loves the most
If they could speak of Treena, they would boast,
about their kind human and drink to her a toast

The Older I get

The older I get
With each day passing by
The farther my motion is set
To the tune of what good come nigh.


The older I get
The better I strive to become;
To rise above the neglect
And to have things work in uniform.

The older I get
The deeper I became bequeathed
With the truth of how life work
And of how things became diluted.

The older I get
The clearer life to me is
Of trials,of friendship and hatred
And of people who had me dissed.

The older I get
The more responsibilities are shouldered to me
For I ought make some consent
To things expected from me.

The older I get
The more my ages aches
Keeping me a call at Bay
Of the home with the sages.

The older I get
The nearer I am to the grave
Though of the day I cannot bet
Yet it's a truth I cannot waive .

I Got It In Me

Written By:  D. Collins 10/25/24


When you're not married it's easy to walk out.
And, even if you totally dissed your child.
People like me aren't cut from that cloth.
We just put in the work and give it our all.



I got it in me, that, what most people don't have.
A way of brushing myself off, when the stuff gets bad.
Raising up from the ground, to dust the dirt off.
Then, showing MF's you're nowhere near soft.



That's how we do, when they're all up in us.
Labeled America's number one public menace.
Give me the title, I'll take it wholeheartedly.
If there's a fight to the death, I still got it in me.

A Tale Told

So I am a tale told
You were not at all impressed
What was new, became old
As you (long ago) guessed 
And my love was in vain 
You did not value me
I can’t ring you again
You won’t hear, you won’t see
Its important to unfriend!
You’re accustomed to this
Words and emails we sent
You have dissed
See me there one day
If you wish, (you may not)
In a sunny array
There I’ll be, just a spot
And the new moon will rise
Like it does, and will do
And perhaps you will smize
If at last there’ll be you.

A Hero for the World

Nelson Mandela
by most accounts was quite a fella.
But sometimes he was dissed and dismissed,
said to be a card-carrying Communist.

Nelson Mandela fought segregation
in South Africa, his beloved nation.
With keen awareness,
and a great sense of fairness,
he encouraged reconciliation.

With characteristic robustness,
he was a champion of social justice;
and as the events of his long life unfurled,
he became a hero for all the world.

Burn

Written: May 27, 2024, For Robert James Liguori Contest, Inspired From Glenn Hughes Song " Burn"

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The sky spills scarlet, a burning stain,
Even after midnight, ghosts remain.
Shouts of oblivion and a lady's name,
A swell of her palm burns a voracious flame.

The city is burning, a blaze at night,
Her inferno evolves, a frightening sight.
We labeled her as coarse and dissed her claim,
Ignorance of the reality intensified the flame.

Devil egg yolks, they dissed, an awful deceit,
Her envious says ripped a tear in the peat.
Wrath you all, she said, that you'll not learn,
My departure bars any hope for a return.

They chuckled, ignoring the sarcastic refrain,
Until she whispered, Burn!, and shared her pain.
The ground trembled, a warning unheard,
We were transfixed, by the horrible word.

There is no time to leave, no way of escape,
The inferno's outrage is a merciless drape.
There's not much time for prayer or despair
The fire devastated it without compare.

Count The Knots

Count The Knots
Miracle Man
4/21/2024

I once had a friend with a rotten attitude,
each time I dissed him, I got some platitude.
So I with much dread
put knots on his head
His mindset has since changed to gratitude.


“It Doesn’t matter how many times you’re knocked down
As long as you rise from your last.”
and you can tell if a guy can take a punch,
by counting the knots on his head.
Tom

Count 1 to 3

So here we are again, the chain you are wearing i used to reign.
With every swearing you made, every pearl turned into a staring Black shade.
Still time i sat for this, even later on a hat you dissed, Well then, why don't you just give it back to me when it was nothing you missed?

Diving into heaven with dirt on heels

(I only thought about becoming a serial killer)

I am laid back even when 
Standing on the loped off shoulders
Jereremy the ant
Jeff the ant
All the j
Auntie dissed establishment tarry 
I like ism’s
Rembering my romance with 
Shakespeare get Gogh
paint my words with            S paces
nearly fillled
Along ago there was a go
Why isn’t it jiant 
I got flow
that’s 
Below
low
shall
Owned 
Dethroned 
the choking chicken
Bone
Stop bre ………………. dths
Breath threads
History……….. …………………………. Me
It’s left and right side 
Sipping like a teacup sip
slipped the rice
In bowled over
Yet
teY be knotted
oar not two bees
Take it ease
ly squeezely
like flies
wiped by the breeze

Quietus

Before buying Twitter in 2022, Musk had said, “Buying Twitter is an accelerant to creating X, the everything app."


Blue birdie, we bid you goodbye.
The sight of that “X” makes us sigh.
It’s not cute like you.
Will Musk ever rue
the day he coerced you to fly?

So~~Twitter is neck-deep in debt.
“X” won’t solve that problem, I’ll bet.
We know you’ll be missed.
So sad you’ve been dissed
by one who views X like a pet!

Freudian Slip

the chalice of need contains no poison ~ but might cause a herpes lip

scoffed the leper to the serpent ~ who was trying to sponge out a sip

the snake dissed the quip quietly ~ his tongue had already lost its tip 

but was heard under his breath saying ~ how’d i end up in such a kip

She Does Not Look Back

he lands in a ditch of forlorn
she scoffs and laughs
he feels trashed and dissed
she does not look back
not caring that they used to love each other

Boring Poem 2023 a Reflection of Thoughts

Eminem dissed Will Smith, no slap there, 
Chris Rock did it, Will went spare 

The Golden Globes returns to air, 
just like each year we don’t care. 

Harry’s crying, ginger spare, 
William the third, got no hair

Idaho murders, psycho glare 
climate change, heated air 

Striking workforce everywhere 
underpaid now that’s unfair 

The Queen the Pope and Pele’s prayers
in Heaven is there underwear? 

In my boredom here’s my flair 
a boring poem you can share

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