Mean Poems - Poems about Mean

I can tell through my emotion that you mean something to me The way i feel cant be put into words but only actions for you to see There's many who have made some type of impression on me But is it what I'm looking for or who they think i want them to be I have my own...

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I want, more than anything to be let into your world the one which you've walked alone whose buildings were built by those who will never see their work I don't care what it looks like I'm not here for the pretty buildings that you are most proud of I want to walk with you barefoot, touching all the glass shards which you left stained...

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One man destined for greatness The Struggle Fight for Civil Rights Battle with opposition Realign the divide of Separation Determination for Freedom Constitution for all Races Civil Rights march Strong Advocate Figure Dignity Pride Believing and Understanding How it relates to CUNY MEDGR EVERS COLLEGE Opportunity Education advance Being given a chance for high learning Excelling in one’s goals Theory into concepts Preparation for success Medgar Evers College being alum with their story...

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Mean Gray I Know You've Been Thinking About What A Normal Person Would Think... And Are Often Always Trying To Make Sure You Do. You May Have Even Learned What A Superior Person Would Think... And You Might Make Sure You Know How Hard You're Trying... And How You Failed... And How You Tried Again. And How You're Trying To Think: Ideally A Normal Thought. *** No One Better, No One...

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Retaliation-the action of harming someone because they have harmed oneself, revenge~ protectionism invites retaliation—def it is what it is ...

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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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