Mean Poems - Poems about Mean

What does it mean to witness suffering and feel it burn inside you, not as gentle empathy, but as a deep-rooted and screaming indictment? There is a boy who carries cement as I carry metaphors — without question, without choice, without allowing himself the luxury of another option, only with a resignation sculpted in silence. He is not a...

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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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Mean They're Just Being Mean 'Cause They're Stupid And Nobody Is As Stupid As They Think. -Gray Squirrel 05-19-2025 *** Shut-Up Stupid! I JUst RUined Everything. Did I? -Gray Squirrel 05-19-2025 ...

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I hear it from everyone Time stops for no one Though it slows to a crawl 'neath a mean desert sun ...

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Why must you lie to leave me to cry But I just sit here and sigh You try to ruin my day to make it not go my way But I will stay One day you will pay the price ...

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I never knew some girls could be so mean and carry on like a trans high school teen. It sure ain’t raging hormones cos this coven are old crones who crave attention and wish to be seen! So I shall grant them that wish they so crave and make ‘em my witch ‘n make ‘em...

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The Golden Mean A simple mathematical ratio: 1.1.618 All nature in its simplicity follows this mean Shapes pleasing to the eye All in natural proportion Flowers on a plant Leaves on a tree Nautilus spiral shells on a beach Human ears on a head Eyes on a face Studied by mankind for millennia Mathematicians and artists Architects and builders Musicians and scientists Have all copied the Golden Mean Randomness...

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What does it mean to be a dream? To lose yourself in the veil of forgetfulness, Moments after you were born from the dust of past time, Unraveling the thread of the story, piece by piece, without order, Trying to grasp the meaning but never fully knowing it. Some dreams throw me into the middle of a cold and...

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Who are you and who am I and could it be we’re kindred spirits deep inside? And I wonder if this life’s a dream, the matrix of an endless scheme begotten long ago, when time was not and the only thought was how long until they know? How long until they know I’m “We” and learn eventually...

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She asked, "What does your painting mean?" I said, "Nothing really. It's just a portrait of a peaceful evening scene." She said, "But I sense something ominously stark, there, lurking behind those two figures in the dark." I said, "Oh, yeah. I see exactly what you mean.”...

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The Golden Mean A simple mathematical ratio: 1.1.618 All nature in its simplicity follows this mean Shapes pleasing to the eye All in natural proportion Flowers on a plant Leaves on a tree Nautilus spiral shells on a beach Human ears on a head Human eyes on a face Studied by mankind for millennia Mathematicians and artists Architects and builders Musicians and scientists Have all copied the Golden...

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Words mean nothing As we've come to know That's why I've waited until now To let my feelings show For you I would have gave my life To have you as my bride But somehow I feel life was not enough As you were asking for my pride So for now I still love you...

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. i'm lisp'n trip'n over mine ...

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From the Book of Duration she asked me of something that I had know understanding in foing I refused to ask her to explain and teach me what I needed to know I knew my lack of the jargon would provent me from gurthering but do to the limitations of time I knew that to struggle might create the character that was needed. But her lack of...

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I hold the knife to my chest I hold myself hostage No signs of breaking free Daily torture handcuffed to the past Whiped by the fears I hold dear The scars still bleed to this day When it all collides in my head The wreckage spills from my mouth At a glance you will see very little But if you dare try to...

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