Sticks And Stones Poems - Poems about Sticks And Stones

Hate me slate me or berate me call me names it's all the same I don't care to my mind it's no more than hogwash simply put just hot air the proclivities of others I don't judge and their predilections I won't begrudge I live and let live as I too do have mine but tresspass on my territory there's where I draw the line tho' non-violent step...

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You speak to me of sticks and stones I recall you tossing me aside Who am I without my God? In stillness I fall Quiet screams tear out of my mouth Broken and afraid I cling to shadows Under the sun I sought my Father With joy I found him inside my shell Deep inside of me you are a light Water for my...

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you may of heard IT said, "sticks and stones may bReak my bones, but word's will never hUrt me." buT the trutH is, "STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES, BUT WORDS CAN KILL ME!"...

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A rhino's eyesight is really myopic, Perhaps that's what makes him so misanthropic. His hearing and reflexes, though, are sublime, He can turn on a nickel and stop on a dime. The projection that grows On the end of his nose Is not really a horn, though, As one might suppose. And when he needs scratching, There's another small hitch, His legs are too short So...

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Sticks and stones May break your bones But a broken heart Can tear you apart...

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“The heart may believe in itself, but the ears will believe what others say.” Back in the day (we won’t even discuss how long ago that was) the neighborhood bully was usually that kid that would punch me in the stomach and take my lunch money. I knew exactly who it was, and I had choices....

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"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me", I would shout out loud with tear-streamed eyes and sniffles that would choke me. "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me", a saying I always stuck to when in an argument I find myself losing. sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will...

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He gathered flowers, petals which felt like first rain, “She loves me; not” his heart in strain, Relentless plucks, his hope at test, Until the final petal indeed whispered, “yes”. While in the forest she roamed, mustering her tone, Carefully and with good measure picking up each stick and stone, Her purpose and dreams were clear, For in...

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Sticks and stones can break the bones of them or me or you, but words can never hurt anyone, unless they allow them to....

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Whispers soft as the wind, Eyes see, ears alert But no one hears Lips move, eyes bulge Fingers point, hearts beat Words cut sharp like a knife. Tears fall. Anger sprouts. Happiness fades. Every single face puts up a protective shield. Every face neutral. Every eye dry. Every mouth closed. But on the inside, Every heart’s warmth dies. Every pulse quickens. And every soul falls deeper...

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only sticks the bare will be covered up soon leaves that will bud come alive and make me feel young again 2/27/2023...

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Of course I drew a stick person I was a stick person with a mere bush and spots stick-to-it-ive-ness ants crawling on sticks for monkeys eeh-ahh-eeh-eeh-ahh stick to your guns this is a stick up not stuck up stick your stomach in stick your butt out stick to the facts these are the facts stick with me and i will stick with you stickers of hearts and unicorns and stick...

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circles within circles harmony of sticks and stones and gems his foundation flows around my ankles flooding ‘tween the trees baubles of aquamarine circles within circles harmony of sticks and stones and gems paradise soaked with many suns storehouse of spinnerets orange, yellow, blues shining, twinkling, twirling those leggy-legs brown and skinny twigs in swamplands of serenity soaking up the sea and sun circles within circles harmony of sticks and stones and...

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We sang sticks and stones could hurt someone And words could never hurt us But from his words we’ve come undone We never thought he’d hurt us You gotta go and don’t be back You can’t take one more hack He’ll be rolling off your back Clear on out and be on track How many chances does he get How many bombs...

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If venting and throwing sicks and stones is the only thing That turns you on and what you can get your kicks from And you accept or haven't come to the realisation or conclusion You think you may indeed need help the plobem lies in you not them Then thinking i spending time with you to gather up the biggest sticks and stone's to...

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