Short Belittling Poems
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Are you seriously lecturing me?
Belittling my every move
Cause I’m pretty confidant
Drastically you need to improve
Stand in judgment of yourself first
Reality has set in, very dangerous times
But practicing common sense, we should be fine
Not belittling the danger
But no kissing strangers
Can't seem to be serious, a fault of mine
Is it complete oblivion or ignorance
Perhaps total arrogance or self absorption
Or maybe just plain stupidity!
That you are so completely unaware
Due to your belittling sarcastic words
YOU are the actual bully!
Brutal, and of that foremost
For those assumptions
Neverending had placed them
Midst play's attractions.
Belittling, and of that first
For each young heart's own
On love, career, praised through each
Would always be shown.
Grandpa
by carlyn parent
there he is
buried
beneath heavy stone
immersed
within cruel soil
i received warning
but could not
give enough
g o o d b y e s
angry tumors conspired
belittling his brain
tighthugs
sillysongs
wetkisses
gone
. Haven
Beautiful Majistic
Abiding Freeing Everlatsting
Progenitor Agape Biosphere Bonfire
Repenting Belittling shadowing
corruptible Damnable
Darks
They're the murder
The puppet
For disgrace
Steadily bullying
Whosoever fails or loses the race.
That's the game
They play
Murdering
People's confidence
By belittling.
Steadily irritating
Whosoever they hate
Because they don't act
Or misbehave like them
Steadily murdering
Who don't support
Or partake in their game of mediocre.
The elder abuse of opening California up again without legal authorization
Auctioneering wisdoms residue
Trampling the vulnerable people whom are ignored with indifferent forces of silence and power of silencing the country whilst pursuing criminal neglect of office, for war profit.
Consumptives are littered in ridicule by the middle class work force vote.
I always sought after to clear up the tittle-tattle
that continously throws mud at my character
Incessantly belittling and throwing sour grapes
created to denigrate with contempt and dishonor
thrown at my name.
God is so amazing, so amazing he will not leave us
nor forsake us, He will constantly bring us out of
our tests.
Man gazes upon the shattered horizon
Witness to a cosmos, boundless as his imagination
Men beckon him as a fool
Only they have twisted visions
Belittling as insignificant to expanse ahead
This beholder sees opportune
As if a sea brimming with life
The horizon offers treasures that lay in wait
Even if not now
Efforts and struggles will go with reward
Walking in the heat of the sun
I saw you standing across the ways
our eyes locked with looks weighing a ton
I hope this is more than a phase
Our conversations were riviting
Our minds felt aligned
Now its me you are belittling
Your hate has been asigned
Im sorry for what was said
Im sorry for what was done
I now always feel scared
You are the one that made me run
In increments of times unsung,
pure truth belittling, or restrung,
I string my passive rights, succumb
before my eyes - thus wanting's strum -
Is justice - and the world's dull hum
is sleeping, like a broken drum.
There in my heart - still beats upcome,
thee mine - thee mine, thee - loving's one -
My only constant - strung, not strung
but lifted by God's willing rung.
In increments of times unsung,
pure truth, belittling or restrung.
I string my passive rights, succumb
before my eyes - thus wanting's strum -
Is justice - and the world's dull hum
is sleeping, like a broken drum.
There in my heart - still beats up come,
thee mine, thee mine - thee, loving's one!
My only constant, sung, not strung,
thee lifted by God's most willing rung.
I finally stopped belittling myself for not knowing them all.
Because who does?
I mean, really, WHO?
Maybe my mother.
No one else in my family.
There are 600,000 of them in the English language.
Homophones like ate and eight.
Adjectives like gurgling and bungling.
Adverbs like actively and mactively
Okay I made up mactively
So I guess that makes six hundred thousand and one.
Your Heart is
Big and Mysterious,
My charming Husband.
Beating hard on a bike ride
Pulling our family onward
You listen to your earphones.
Besting me, admonishing me
Yet believing in me... Your faith
is Jewish/Buddhist/Christian.
Amused during thrillers
Belittling the monsters I fear
Sarcasm is your weapon.
Breaking stride, you smile
I know what you want
You're my patron.
You're my person.
A-Attacking others for their point of view!
B-Belittling them, as of no value.
C-Conservatives are not Nazis,and never were.
D-Democrats are deserving of our respect.
E- Equity was created by God, not man!
F- Fury has no place in human relations
G-God watches us, and is our only leader.
H-Have space and be amicable to one another.
11/19/2022
Sometimes I wonder how a butterfly
feels, as it struggles to get out of its cocoon;
beautiful, majestic, and radiant.
I also sometimes wonder whether God
sees my soul as a butterfly, trying to get out
of the cocoon of old ways and stagnation;
scorn, belittling, and character-assassination
making my soul to get out of its old shell,
finally radiating on my face and weight re-gain...
Date: 28/07/2015
Angels and guides tried their best to console Icarus
Why did I not listen to my father? He lamented.
Determined to hang onto his sorrow and sadness
It is time to stop belittling yourself, his head angel said.
One mistake; this is how we learn; no big deal.
But why do I have to learn the hard way with broken bones?
And broken back and broken neck, his negative side added.
His positive side threw up her hands.
The star I never knew I was
I use to run away from my self
So scared of my shadows
Belittling my creativity for nothing
Refusing to listen to myself
Untill I meet my star in the night
That never die
The star I never knew I was
I got the world at my doorstep
Since I realize my destiny is in my hands
So I cut off all chains of negativity
Cos Despite the dark clouds of life
My star always locate me
no one was saying anything to the bully.
some people were laughing uncomfortably
the woman was berating and belittling her six-year-old boy
my four-year-old daughter walked up to her and said,
“This is why no one likes you. You are mean and you are a bully.”
the woman burst into tears and ran home.
Another mother and I made eye contact.
Ashamed that only a child had stood up.
But I was proud that she was my child.
THERE IS SOMETHING IN AIR THAT ISN'T PLEASANT TO MY NOSE.
IT'S NASTY AND REARS AN UGLY HEAD AND LIVES IN A DIRT BED.
SNAPPING OFF THE INNOCENT AND BELITTLING THE WEAK.
THEY JUST CRAWL AROUND AND DO NOT SPEAK.
THEY BLIND YOU AND THEN THEY COME TO DESTROY AND KILL.
BUT THEY ARE OUT TO DO THEIR OWN WILL.
SNAKES ARE CRAWLING SEEKING WHO THEY CAN DEVOUR.
BUT THEY CAN TURN SOMETHING SWEET INTO SOMETHING SOUR
M-ake a mountain out of a molehill
I-n May thirtieth warm day;
C-ome and treat a trifling matter,
H-aving a great value in any way.
E-vade belittling the ants,
L-earn a lesson from them instead;
L-ook! they can carry bigger things in unity,
E-ven if they have no king or head.
C-onvert garbage into gold,
A-void disparaging anyone at will;
C-reate an asset out of a liability,
H-ave to make a mountain
O-ut of a molehill.
You listen to all my babbling and triggering
Your friendship knows no belittling or conjecturing
You're just simply that special irreplaceable something
My love for you comes with total understanding
I am a warrior by your side waiting for commanding
Your secrets will be buried with me into this earth
This is my solemn promise to you and your worth
You never asked for devotion in our interaction
I never expected your Muse to be an attraction
Sobbing with the pouring rain. Standing in the moment but
I am lost in memories of what once took place. The past is haunting me from within. Sins I threw into the deepest sea. Still return, taunting me. I tried to forget those Secrets and lies. But they Devore me, eating me alive. Diminishing my sprit and belittling my goals.
Leave the past behind you. For you can not go back and make a new beginning. But you can always start now and make a new ending.
Herm saw in Fee, a person who barely knew how to live
John recognized Fee’s will, she had survived childhood Armageddon
Herm focused on her downfalls, belittling her
John nurtured her potential, inspiring her
Herm discouraged most of his students, they received low grades.
John built his students up, admiring their goodness, giving A’s.
“I never have given an A,” Herm said, in a proudly weird way.
John had no words, recognizing the smallness of the man.