Pride Poems | Examples of Pride Poetry

You wear your flag like a second skin, the colors bright, the threads worn thin; And speak of victories long ago, In voices proud, yet soft and low. The tales are told, again, again the triumphs carved in dust and pen; The papers shout what you should hear, While silencing what’s less sincere. You count your coins, you guard your name, you say it’s...

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Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. Proverbs 16: 18 she stood tall on the jagged edges of the cliff face worried as she noticed the rough seas whilst above high dark clouds rumbled though the sun shone straight at her face could it enlighten her about what had...

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Seasons change New life blossoms New Beggings Sure to come However Stains of the past carry on The grip of racism Yet to let go Historical tragedies Come and gone But one remains timeless and strong Discrimination of a certain colour Hate towards black people Yes seasons change New mindsets born A system so flawed Has yet to be updated Houses destroyed...

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Today I declared war on my own laziness— no more delivery apps, no more surrender. I would conquer pasta. First victory: water bubbling on the stove. Time to add salt— but my hand betrayed me, half the shaker tumbling into innocent water. The pot became a miniature Dead Sea. Fine, I muttered, tossed in the pasta and drifted to my phone, already tasting glory— al dente perfection. Minutes melted by. Then—the horror: pasta demands attention. I...

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You smell like sweet roses, But I've smelled the sweat of the weak. My sight is as keen as an eagle's eyes; I see the chains, rusted from years of injustice, binding the meek. Segregation tried to tear us apart; Tried to break our spirits, but we stood unbroken. Like Carlotta Walls, I keep my head held high, ...

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Is it a furnace of coal? Is it a bottomless well? Is it the night of my soul? Is it as unsafe as hell? Is it might in its fullness? From it, couldn't I return? Is it death in absurdness? Here, would I endlessly burn? Do days, in it, look like nights? Is it a whirlpooling sea? Grief here, they say, like snakes, bites. Is it...

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In ‘96, the gavel cracked like thunder, Though my hands held no storm. A verdict etched in iron, For a crime I never formed. They saw a shadow—chose me to fit it. Three blue uniforms spoke like fate: “Take the fall, son. This case is bigger than your...

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playful progeny of my creativity the product of my muse ~ I gave it my all AP: 1st place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025 ...

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The Stubborn Heart” Stubborn as stone, he stands his ground, Words like rivers, he won't let them drown. Eyes set firm, with fire and pride, Even truth must wait till he's tried. He sees threats wherever he may go, Every word—a weapon poised to throw. Sharp as knives, his cold replies, Send chills down spines and truth to lies. He hides his pain, but...

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What's up miss popular? People know about your greed Ya, got the text. The "Hey, dotard, don't talk to me freak," The average joe, and those silly electronics" Please, Click Itch, labeling others as the smelly geek So many countless hours cushioning in luxury Preparing to feed your lust, her dinner platter ...

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In every thing he found a joke at every one he took a poke While himself hid deep inside a fragile veil of wounded pride One day the veil, ripped...

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We never asked to be different. We only wanted to walk without folding our souls into apology. To laugh without someone measuring the pitch of our voices and deciding if it was a boy or a girl. To hold a hand without scanning the street like love was a dealer, and we, the addicted. Some greet your heart like a stray: smiling, until it dares too...

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Tilling the fields ‘neath a hot blazing sun Removing the weeds when the rain's pouring down Baling the hay in the heat and humidity Breathe the dust of the chicken coop, abject...

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There’s no difference between a classroom and a Chinese sweatshop. No thinking, No talking, No creative expression whatsoever. Give us your whole day and you will receive minimal reward for your indoctrination. ...

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When business dons the mask of politics, it ceases to build — it begins to conquer. Elon, you were an architect of the invisible — a builder of empires no eye could fully grasp. But now, you have entered the Roman forum, where applause is short-lived, and daggers are hidden in roses. You played the game of gods, but politics is not for...

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